<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595</id><updated>2011-12-03T12:54:29.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustin J. Harder</title><subtitle type='html'>"You have to laugh at yourself because you'd cry your eyes out if you didnt" -Emily Sailers</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dustin J. 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This blog was intended to cover my life on the road for the last 10 months. I think I hit on most of the highlights and of course swayed from the subject from time to time. Tour is over, I'm unemployed and I head to Seattle in one day. I will be staying in&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0112.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0112.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seattle until the end of September. Why Seattle? Why not? My friend Kate and her girlfriend Jo are letting me rent a room at their new house over the summer. I'm really excited. I plan on slinging coffee and/or waiting tables while getting acquainted with the northwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for reading when you had a chance. Best of luck to the fellow bloggers. Below are pics from when I first went on tour in January of 2005 up until now, June 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-115068562286917063?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/115068562286917063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=115068562286917063' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115068562286917063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115068562286917063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dustin J. 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Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-115058090742001399</id><published>2006-06-17T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:48:27.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Hawaii%2005%20168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Hawaii%2005%20168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Hawaii%2005%20247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Hawaii%2005%20247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Hawaii%2005%20183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Hawaii%2005%20183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Hawaii%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Hawaii%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Hawaii%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Hawaii%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Hawaii%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Hawaii%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-115058090742001399?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/115058090742001399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=115058090742001399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115058090742001399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115058090742001399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_115058090742001399.html' title=''/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-115058007547509796</id><published>2006-06-17T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:34:35.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Kodak%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Kodak%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Long%20Beach%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Long%20Beach%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Theater%20Sit%20Out%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Theater%20Sit%20Out%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-115058007547509796?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/115058007547509796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=115058007547509796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115058007547509796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115058007547509796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_115058007547509796.html' title=''/><author><name>Dustin J. 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Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-115057909209763070</id><published>2006-06-17T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:18:12.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/CIMG0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/CIMG0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Picture%20063.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Picture%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Picture%20096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Picture%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-115057909209763070?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/115057909209763070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=115057909209763070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115057909209763070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115057909209763070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-115049451474052648</id><published>2006-06-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:48:34.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitty life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/DCFC0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to go see "bitty bears matinee" today and it was wonderful. Lisa Mach who was the original bear when i started was in the role of bear this morning and she was delightful. It's amazing to go back and see a show and see how much its grown. Lisa had me almost peeing my pants with some of the stuff she was doing. I will say once again, this is the little show that could. I think it is such a wonderful piece of childrens theatre and I was so happy to get to see it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me with Lisa as the bear, kelly as the kitty and Evan who I believe is my 2nd or 3rd replacement. they were all excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I went to lunch with the director Shelley Crosby and we had a nice time catching up. She is a wonderful lady who has always been so kind and wonderful to me and it was nice to get some time to catch up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is strange right now. Either my cosmic stars are NOT alligned OR I'm paying some dues on some really bad karma. Either way, this to shall pass and material shit is exactly that....material shit. I have my health, a healthy cat and I go to a new city in 4 days....life is good yet frustrating. I'm not complaining, simply sharing my observation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-115049451474052648?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/115049451474052648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=115049451474052648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115049451474052648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115049451474052648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/bitty-life.html' title='bitty life'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-115038194730033995</id><published>2006-06-15T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:02:56.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My body hurts...and it feels so good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/GEN244508RO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/GEN244508RO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was the night and it was well worth the wait and the $200 ticket. Madonna was fucking AMAZING!!! I started the day by putting in her new album "confessions" and blaring it while I just tooled around the apartment and then Erika rolled in from Ohio, we got pretty....got to the concer, got a titch boozey but not much...just a couple cocktails and then we dance our ass's off for 2 straight hours. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/874678-2b504d8e1a4fd64594d71ad17a9949891.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Favorite part&lt;/strong&gt; was during the song "I love New York" when the lyrics are usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you dont like my attitude, then you can F off! Just go to Texas, isnt that where they golf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last night they were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0138.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0138.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you dont like my attitude, then you can fuck off! Just go to Texas-AND YOU CAN SUCK GEORGE BUSH'S COCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least favorite part&lt;/strong&gt; was that I knew "erotica" was in the show so I was really excited but she wove it in with a song that she hasnt released on any album and she only did the chorus to "erotica" and the rest was a different song. Dissapointed? Yes. But still happy to even get the chorus of it-I love that diddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has this dancer I am totally lusty lusting after&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/rabih_coachella_30april5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/rabih_coachella_30april5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. he was on her re-invention tour, in the "hung up" video and  in the "sorry" video and he is on the "confessions tour". he is in the picture to the right...he is one sexy mother fucker. He dances like no other and makes these faces when he's dancing that simply put take my head to a dirty place. Please keep doing what you are doinhg sexy man that I dont know what your name is. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I danced and screamed for like 2 hours last night. My body hurts but it was awesome! And I could scream all I wanted to cuz I didnt have to worry about losing my voice!! that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a screamer at concerts or do you stand back and observe the madness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-115038194730033995?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/115038194730033995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=115038194730033995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115038194730033995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115038194730033995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-body-hurtsand-it-feels-so-good.html' title='My body hurts...and it feels so good.'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-115030353406271491</id><published>2006-06-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:45:34.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzzy, water and Tank...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/DCFC0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm back in Chicago and Muzzy is healthy as can be! Yay! And here is finally a somewhat decent picture I took of him yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I know I was gonna end the blog last week but I figured I would give it one more week since I have Madonna tonight!!! Of course I will have to write about that which I know has all of you on the egde of your seats.....sit pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being back in Chi-town is awesome. Monday I just chilled at home and waited for my luggage since it got lost. Finally, it arrived at 12:15a.m.  I'm trying to stay at home and not go out much as my funds are low thanks to Muzzy's visits with the vet, but he is doing great which is what matters most.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My roomie Niki bought cat shampoo and was gonna giuve Muzzy a bath. I advised against this....cats dont like water yo. I have given Muzzy a bath only once before when i first took him in  because he like rolled around in an oil spill or something. But I thought since she bought the shampoo and he is my cat and she wants him bathed and she does take care of him while i'm gone...i would do it. Muzzy freaked...no...F R E A K E D out, I have a gash on my right foot from his back claws to prove it...he started wailing and screaming and flailing about. So, he had a semi bath...like as much of a bath as i could give him i would say. I must say his fur is all shiny now, um, i guess thats cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was great. I went and met my very good friend Jamie off the brown line Montrose stop for some drinks at "scots"...a bar I frequented when I first moved here but have since not gone at all. I dont really like the bar, but Jamie lives by it so when I see him we go there sometimes and I always get free shots. It used to be free drinks when a certain bartender worked there back in the day, ah but those days are gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a few drinks we went to this awesome sushi place in Lincoln Park called "Tank"....it was ssssssssssssoooooooooo  good. If you ever get there you MUST try the "Ocean sundae" roll....so delicious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went back to Jamie's and my friend Jordan came and met us and we had some Oberon's and just hung for a bit. Well, they talked politics and I listened to Madonna's confessions album because the CONCERT IS TONIGHT!!! Erika is stuck in traffic on 90 as we speak and Dale is on his way in from Minneapolis...it's going to be excellent!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um...I think this is my vacation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever bathed a cat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-115030353406271491?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/115030353406271491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=115030353406271491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115030353406271491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115030353406271491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/muzzy-water-and-tank.html' title='Muzzy, water and Tank...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-115003615388943152</id><published>2006-06-11T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T07:29:13.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>greased up men and watered down drinks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Prov%20Rira%2019%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/Prov%20Rira%2019%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...I found this picture on my roomies computer when I was looking for some pictures from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to post it because, well, I think its really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, this must have been a very long time ago cuz I can't remember when it was taken or where we were. Part of me wants to say Providence, RI. maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is my face and my complete lack of ineterest in the stripper. I dont really care for strippers, i think they are kind of dirty and they make me uncomfortable. There, I said it. But more power to them for making a living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sisters are doing it for themselves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like strippers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-115003615388943152?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/115003615388943152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=115003615388943152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115003615388943152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/115003615388943152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/greased-up-men-and-watered-down-drinks.html' title='greased up men and watered down drinks...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114998740612868755</id><published>2006-06-10T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T07:44:14.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro Art and the Pallettes...</title><content type='html'>Okay so tomorrow is my last day on Sesame Street. I am very much looking forward to it, but just like with anything you do repeatedly, over and over....there are some things I will miss. As far as the show is&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/_MG_4069%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/_MG_4069%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; concerned I will miss the amazing Pallettes the most. For those of you that haven't seen the show the Pallettes are Professor Arts partners and he would be absolutly lost without them. I adore them all...yellow for being mellow, red for bein' on fire and blue for being cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pallettes are a delicious mix of sass and soul.I kind of like to look at them as Professor Art's "Harletts". If you have seen Bette Midler in concert you know that she never does a show without her 3 staggering harlett's. They changed on every tour for her, and so did mine. The 3 ladies that did the voices of the singing trio in the disney movie for "Hercules" did the voices of the Palletes for our show. They ha&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/bettemidler046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/bettemidler046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ve a great number called "Mix it up" that believe it or not I think I will miss very much not hearing it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pallettes I would also like to mention carry, in my opinion, the heaviest load in the show. They do the most dancing and they are in almost every scene. They were in it so much that when we remounted the production this year they were taken out of a couple numbers so they could get more of a break like everyone else does. It's not easy going non stop in those costumes. The are also the only muppets in the show that dont actually come from the street, sesame street that is. So each person cast in the role wasnt forced to stick to what was written in stone on the T.V. show, they had room to play and incorporate their own personality into the character. So in this post I would like to thank every Pallette I have worked with in the past 16 months. From the primary Pallettes to the understudies...thank you for being awesome at what you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pallettes from January 2005-June 2006: Carrie Maroney, Miki Dun, Christa Alter, Dani Cohen, Jenn Miller, Valerie Whitehead, Emily Conway, Joice Passos, Danielle Garman-Kaufman, Chereese Mackey, Emily Turay and Erika Twining. Thanks Ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114998740612868755?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114998740612868755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114998740612868755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114998740612868755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114998740612868755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/pro-art-and-pallettes.html' title='Pro Art and the Pallettes...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114994228661782594</id><published>2006-06-10T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T05:24:46.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/cheers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/cheers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farewell to old friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's raise a glass to the bitter end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farewell to old friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you be the same when we see you again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Bitter End"-Dixie Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ONLY 4 MORE SHOWS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114994228661782594?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114994228661782594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114994228661782594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114994228661782594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114994228661782594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/bitter-end.html' title='Bitter End'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114994205517577642</id><published>2006-06-10T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T05:20:55.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer breeze....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping with the window open and getting a nice breeze in my room. Waking up to the smell of fresh air and its not to cold and its not to hot....ahh....life's simple pleasure's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats one of your favorite things about summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114994205517577642?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114994205517577642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114994205517577642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114994205517577642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114994205517577642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-breeze.html' title='Summer breeze....'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114982371421617415</id><published>2006-06-08T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:28:34.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEDS on showtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/weeds.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/weeds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just finished watching 2 episodes of the showtime series "weeds". It was my first time watching this show. I have been wanting to see it since it came out but every hotel i'm in usually has HBO and rarely carries showtime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First off, I am now and always have been a huge fan of Mary-Louise Parker...I kinda just think she's brilliant. She heads the ensemble. have you seen it? She is amazing and everyone else in it is just as genius. I also thouroughly enjoyed Elizabeth Perkins and  Tonye Patano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mary Louise Parkers character is Nancy Botwin and she is the mother of 2. A high school student and I would guess a kid in elementary school. She sells pot to make ends meet and its crazy! I suck at doing summary's or plot reviews but,seriously,I think it is excellent. The writing and the casting, everything about it was great. If you get a chance check it out sometime you should do so. I was lucky, they showed 2 in a row. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever seen it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114982371421617415?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114982371421617415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114982371421617415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114982371421617415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114982371421617415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/weeds-on-showtime.html' title='WEEDS on showtime'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114979644534110109</id><published>2006-06-08T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:56:02.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the year party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/so%20you%20think%20you%20can%20dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/so%20you%20think%20you%20can%20dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the end of the year party. We were supposed to have it on the beach but that didnt happen cuz it was raining ALL day long here. So instead it was at the hotel in like this small T.V. room. The hot dogs and hamburgers were made on George Formans and Jello shots were had by all. Antwaun got up and said some kind words about everyone and then the front desk shut us down by 10:00 cuz we were to loud. I walked out with half a case of Budweiser and called it a night. So it was pretty fun, the only problem was that "so you think you can dance" was on T.V. I am a singer/actor who works with ALL DANCERS! So, as you can imagine-it turned into more of a "so you think you can dance" get together. It seemed fun was had by all though and it was a short night. 4 MORE DAYS TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have had a pic to post from the party but Joice kind of deleted them all on acident. So T.V. show logo it is...its okay....that was pretty much the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watch "so you think you can dance?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114979644534110109?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114979644534110109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114979644534110109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114979644534110109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114979644534110109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-of-year-party.html' title='End of the year party...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114961717367022869</id><published>2006-06-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:06:13.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erika's 21st in Tupelo Mississippi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/100_0469.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/100_0469.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/100_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/100_0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/100_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I promised a few pics so here they are. Since we were in Tupelo the party took on a theme, red necks and white trash. We had a great time and Erika got sufficiently hammered. See, the thing was NO bars are open in Tupelo on sunday and that was the day her brithday fell on. So Cyndi, Joice, myself and Chereese trie&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/100_0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/100_0435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d our best to give Erika a proper boozed up white trash birthday! We ev&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/100_0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/100_0427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en had her own bar set up with her choice of apple, chocolate, dirty or cosmo martini's, 3 kinds of beer, red wine and jello shots! As you know Erika is a HUGE Madonna fan so we had Madonna videos playing al night long. People danced and drank and fun was had by almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda this last picture to the left I posted in salute to your 2 um..."strange" faced pictures...what the hell is going on with my face here???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114961717367022869?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114961717367022869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114961717367022869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114961717367022869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114961717367022869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/erikas-21st-in-tupelo-mississippi.html' title='Erika&apos;s 21st in Tupelo Mississippi!'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114961014892525389</id><published>2006-06-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:09:08.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool vs. uncool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;"cool is what's real and ripe and unfailingly juicy. Uncool is what's fake and phony and just pretends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from a KEDS ad...seriously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114961014892525389?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114961014892525389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114961014892525389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114961014892525389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114961014892525389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/cool-vs-uncool.html' title='cool vs. uncool'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114960950091690566</id><published>2006-06-06T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:58:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, bulgarians and early mornings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/496,1117116883,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/496%2C1117116883%2C1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that dont know, the people that tour with us and sell merchandise are referred to as the "colins" people. Why Colins? Simply-it's the name of the company. They have 7 people that travel with us and rape the good ole parents of their hard earned dollars, seriously, an Elmo balloon is $8 and they cost roughly .50 cents to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this group of 7 their is one american, Jason. And then there is Kurry, Tania, Vania, Ivan, Ivan and Mario, all bulgarian. Now, I havent had much time to spend with these fine folk but I do know that they love shopping, eating, smoking and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have this "&lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;" with foreigners, its not them....its me. seriously, I tense up around people that speak broken english because I spend a lot of time saying "What?"......"What?" over and over and over and I feel horrible making people repeat themselves. Even with the bus boys I would work with in Chicago that were way overworked and way underpaid....I couldnt understand them, my hear&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/images.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/images.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning I was waiting for some people to come downstairs so I could drive them to the train to go into the city and Ivan #2 came up to my car window...I didnt roll it down at first because of my fear of misunderstanding. When I finally did roll down the window the conversation was breif and I didnt have to say "What?" once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda sad because I really adore this group of people, in the small times I have hung out with them I can remember we have done a lot of laughing. But I'm so intimidated by my fear of asking them to repeat themselves I have shyed away from hanging out with them more. Lesson learned...dont be scared of the bulgarians, they probably dont understand what I'm saying half of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you understand what I'm saying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114960950091690566?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114960950091690566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114960950091690566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114960950091690566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114960950091690566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-bulgarians-and-early-mornings_06.html' title='Me, bulgarians and early mornings...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114953873673519034</id><published>2006-06-05T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:18:56.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arena people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/andreychuk_dave0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/andreychuk_dave0607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stanley Cup. Now, I dont know anything about this cup so if I say something wrong dont hold it against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue we just left in Raleigh, NC was a nightmare. The nature of our show makes it so that everyone is kind of half dressed all the time backstage. For that reason, people that work for the building cant just chill backstage or wonder around. Thats how it is supposed to be anyway. I guess the Stanley Cup is taking place at the venue we just left. This meant there were just random people all over and up in our space. It was annoying, guys just coming into our dressing rooms trying to hook this or that up. Video camera's everywhere getting ready and thats just a big huge sesame street no no. I was walking from one side of backstage to the other and I saw these guys with two huge video cameras and then I looked and there was rosita and baby bears head (just the heads) sitting on a table. See, camera's are a no no because imagine if your child saw a pic of just these muppets heads or better yet, big bird hanging from the rafters....it would ruin them. Needless to say, my boss's were kind of a mess running in all durections trying to maintain a safe atmosphere for the performers. it was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got into Bridgeport, CT. Let the last week begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this Stanley Cup anyway? I know it has to do with hockey and stuff but can someone elaborate for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114953873673519034?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114953873673519034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114953873673519034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114953873673519034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114953873673519034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/arena-people.html' title='arena people'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114938188108849283</id><published>2006-06-03T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:23:16.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitty Bear...the bittiest show that could...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/img_chi_theater_bbm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/img_chi_theater_bbm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....okay....okay....I know its not like some amazing spectacle of a show or anything but back in the summer of 2004 I workshopped a childrens show thorugh the Mattell company at American Girl Place Theatre in Chicago called "Bitty Bear's Matinee-A Family Tree". Now, this show taught more to kids in 45 minutes in a small plush (yes plush) enviroment than "sesame street live" does in it's hour and a half. Not only did it teach the run of the mill values like sharing, diversity and acceptance it also taught theatre etiquette...unlike sesame street live-flash photography is NOT allowed at the american girl theatre. good work AGP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a place in my heart for this show, as I created the role of Bitty Puppy. I know it's a kids show and I know it's a puppy...but I'm still proud. I love Bitty Puppy...fav color is green and fav snack is pupsicles. Not to mention the experience of actually sitting with the composer of the show and having him say "What can I do for you? Anything you would like to discuss changes in?" That's when the key of Bitty Puppy's song "Baseball isnt easy" was raised. Loves it! Anyway, point of this post is that the show opened in September of 2004 in Chicago and then opened in the spring of 2005 at the New York store and has also just opened at the Los Angeles store....and it's still playing at all 3. I'm proud this little piece of work has survived almost 2 years. Good work Mattell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/img_bbm_2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/img_bbm_2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I should just make a career out of it like Ted Neely has playing the role of Jesus in Jesus Christ Superstar. My roomie just got the position of Head Electrician on the 2006-2007 leg of that tour and Ted Neely at 63 will yet AGAIN be playing Jesus. I saw him in it 10 years ago and even that was hard to watch....God love him....hmmm. And imagine me, a 63 year old puppy...in human years, 441 in puppy years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else seen Ted in JCS? Was it as frightning for you as it was for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114938188108849283?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114938188108849283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114938188108849283' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114938188108849283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114938188108849283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/bitty-bearthe-bittiest-show-that-could.html' title='Bitty Bear...the bittiest show that could...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114927658357832020</id><published>2006-06-02T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:29:43.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running With Scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just finished this book last week and i loved it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found myself laughing hysterically at this book while simultaneously shaking my head in horror. It's the story of Burrough's life from the age of roughly 13 to 16. Burrough's lived a middle-classed life, but the people around him were gradually losing it. His mother began to have "psychotic breaks" (although it sounds like she may have had bipolar disorder) and hooked up with a bizarre psychiatrist - Dr. Finch. Soon, every aspect of their lives are touched by Dr. Finch and his equally bizarre family. At times, the events are horrifying, such as Burrough's molestation by Dr. Finch's adopted son. Remarkably, Burrough's manages to find the humor even in these situations. People are likely to compare Burrough's to another gay humorist, David Sedaris; however, Burrough's stories are far darker than those of Sedaris, although both of them write great funny stories. This book was a tremendously quick read, and I laughed out loud more than any recent book I've read. Highly recommended on that basis, but some readers are likely to be highly offended by some of the content.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just went and picked up another book of his today..."dry". I'm excited for the read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What have you read lately?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114927658357832020?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114927658357832020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114927658357832020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114927658357832020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114927658357832020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/running-with-scissors.html' title='Running With Scissors'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114919738826188026</id><published>2006-06-01T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:14:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixie Chicks-Taking The Long Way</title><content type='html'>I have always loved the Dixie Chicks. From the first 2 very country releases to their last bluegrass release "Home" and now with the latest "taking the long way" I love them even more. They just released this Cd last week on the 23rd. It has been the only thing I have listened to since. I cant even begin to tell you what my favorite track is. I'm not gonna pretend to even give a review, we all know I am bad at that. All I'm gonna say about this album is "I feel ya" on all counts. Everything they sing about is close and I know not just close to me but others. As usual the album is springled with some guest artist on the recording side and the writing side. to name a few John Mayer, Bonnie Raitt,Sheryl Crow, and Linda Perry. I was surprised to see that Patty Griffin didnt help pen anything on this album because at first listen you would have thought she may have. Maybe I missed her name in the liner notes. Accuratly enough they have titled their 2006 tour "Accidents and Accusations Tour"...brilliance! So, if you are any sort of fan AT ALL just go pick it up. I saw them when they did their "Fly" tour for their second album. If you have a chance and the spare $$ I suggest you get some tickets for you and your friends and enjoy a night with some good music, beer and good friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. The video for the new single "not ready to make nice" is superb...check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.launch.com"&gt;www.launch.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 Accidents and Accusations Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-Jul: Detroit, MI--Joe Louis Arena&lt;br /&gt;22-Jul: Pittsburgh, PA--Mellon Arena&lt;br /&gt;23-Jul: Columbus, OH--Schottenstein Center&lt;br /&gt;25-Jul: Philadelphia, PA--Wachovia Center&lt;br /&gt;28-Jul: Albany, NY--Pepsi Arena&lt;br /&gt;29-Jul: Boston, MA--Banknorth Garden&lt;br /&gt;1-Aug: New York, NY--Madison Square Garden&lt;br /&gt;4-Aug: Washington, DC--Verizon Center&lt;br /&gt;13-Aug: Milwaukee, WI--Bradley Center&lt;br /&gt;15-Aug: Chicago, IL--The United Center&lt;br /&gt;18-Aug: Minneapolis, MN--Target Center&lt;br /&gt;20-Aug: Kansas City, MO--Kemper Arena&lt;br /&gt;22-Aug: St. Louis, MO--Savvis Center&lt;br /&gt;23-Aug: Indianapolis, IN--Conseco Fieldhouse&lt;br /&gt;24-Aug: Des Moines, IA--Wells Fargo Arena&lt;br /&gt;26-Aug: Fargo, ND--Fargodome&lt;br /&gt;3-Sep: Phoenix, AZ--Glendale Arena&lt;br /&gt;6-Sep: Fresno, CA--SaveMart Center&lt;br /&gt;8-Sep: Sacramento, CA--ARCO Arena&lt;br /&gt;9-Sep: Oakland, CA--Oakland Arena&lt;br /&gt;14-Sep: Los Angeles, CA--STAPLES Center&lt;br /&gt;16-Sep: Las Vegas, NV--Mandalay Bay&lt;br /&gt;23-Sep: Omaha, NE--Qwest Center&lt;br /&gt;24-Sep: Denver, CO--Pepsi Center&lt;br /&gt;26-Sep: Oklahoma City, OK--Ford Center&lt;br /&gt;27-Sep: Memphis, TN--FedEx Forum&lt;br /&gt;29-Sep: Dallas, TX--American Airlines Center&lt;br /&gt;30-Sep: Houston, TX--Toyota Center&lt;br /&gt;1-Oct: Austin, TX--Frank Erwin Center&lt;br /&gt;3-Oct: Nashville, TN--Gaylord Entertainment Center&lt;br /&gt;5-Oct: Tampa, FL--St. Pete Times Forum&lt;br /&gt;6-Oct: Jacksonville, FL--Veterans Memorial Arena&lt;br /&gt;7-Oct: Ft. Lauderdale, FL--BankAtlantic Center&lt;br /&gt;17-Oct: Atlanta, GA--Philips Arena&lt;br /&gt;20-Oct: Knoxville, TN--Thompson-Boling Arena&lt;br /&gt;22-Oct: Greensboro, NC--Greensboro Coliseum&lt;br /&gt;27-Oct: Ottawa, Ontario--Scotiabank Place&lt;br /&gt;28-Oct: Toronto, Ontario--Air Canada Centre&lt;br /&gt;4-Nov: Edmonton, Alberta--Rexall Place&lt;br /&gt;5-Nov: Calgary, Alberta--Saddledome&lt;br /&gt;8-Nov: Vancouver, BC--GM Place&lt;br /&gt;9-Nov: Portland, OR--Rose Garden&lt;br /&gt;11-Nov: Tacoma, WA--Tacoma Dome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning on attending any concerts this summer? if so...which ones?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114919738826188026?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114919738826188026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114919738826188026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114919738826188026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114919738826188026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/dixie-chicks-taking-long-way.html' title='Dixie Chicks-Taking The Long Way'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114919535708440279</id><published>2006-06-01T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:02:47.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the happs...</title><content type='html'>whats the happenings with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am gearing up for a very eventful, interesting and exciting summer. Details to follow on that as it is still in the making...but soon. very soon seeing as this job ends next week. Woohoo! I have literally changed my plans for the summer about 6 times....so many options, whats a boy to do? Solid plans coming soon....&lt;em&gt;promise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can tell you is next week marks the LAST week of my blog. When the tour ends, the blog ends. The intent of this was to keep people posted on my location and this or thats of my life. Not just to have a space to vent and or share my oppinion, all though at times that is all that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/alicia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/alicia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been hot huh? My friend Alicia's new band Lillix will release their second album very soon. The name of the album is "inside the hollow" and the first single is "Sweet Temptaion (hollow)" Look for the album and the making of the video on MTV soon soon soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a blast from the past. I worked with Becky Gulsvig&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/becky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/becky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during my teen years at Trollwood Performing Arts School in Fargo, ND. Yes....Fargo. She has accomplished a ton (including "drunk girl" on an episode of "all my Children")but you can currently check her out as Amber Von Tussle in Hairspray on Broadway....go check her out if you get a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT be working on the stage this summer. I am finding myself "taking the long way around" in life. And I'm feeling good with that. Who can say what is to follow for me. I like who I am and I like where I am at in life....as long as I keep learning from life, where can I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but check out lillix new album and Becky on broadway this summer as I hear the album is awesome and Becky is a smash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lillix.com"&gt;www.lillix.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beckygulsvig.com"&gt;www.beckygulsvig.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me....what is everyone gonna be up to this summer? i dont care if its vegging out and eating potatoe chips...I WANNA KNOW WHAT KINDA CHIPS! Share with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114919535708440279?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114919535708440279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114919535708440279' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114919535708440279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114919535708440279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/06/happs.html' title='the happs...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114893096456922362</id><published>2006-05-29T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:29:24.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Lemon drops and people that dislike me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/754127_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/754127_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing can ruin a career faster than an office party"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my friend Erika's 21st birthday party. There are NO BARS open in Tupelo, MI on Sunday...NONE. So me and a couple other people took it upon ourselves to throw Erika a bash. It was a great one, she had her own bar and she had a wonderful time and spent half the night with her head in the toilet. Mission accomplished? Well...I guess as the night wore on I didnt think I had accomplished quit enough. You see....does anyone remember Taylor, my old roomie? Well....I was walking to my room and walked past 412....I'm 406 and I heard this huge outburst of laughter come from 412...so I stopped and relaized the person I was texting was in there and then realized that they were talking about my text and talking shit about me. Taylor's new roomie is Ali. I dont like these people but I never talk about it and I go about my own life. Ali on the other hand is a flat out crotch to me outside of work and sticks her nose up at me and then at work calls me "honey" "darling" "sweetheart" etc. This drives me crazy! She dont know me, dont throw your empty terms of affection down on me when you dont like me. Just be nice and do your job, right? Dont be fake is the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....before I knew it I had barged into their room and got really nasty with both of them.  I was all like "Why the hell dont you like me? I haven't done shit to either one of you blah blah blah..." I dont feel bad about anything I said....but I do feel bad for barging in on them at 2:00 in the morning. I just got fed up. I wonder if I will get called into the office at work about this one. Eh...2 weeks left. I guess I dont really care. What I do care about is that maybe these 2 will learn something from my outburst. I learned that they dont like me because Taylor thinks I'm annoying because I say what I actually feel and Ali doesnt like the way I "treat people". As for Taylor being annoyed with me saying what I feel, I dont feel bad about that and he can deal with it...I value that quality in me. And as for Ali's comment, I guess I dont understand....I'm real with people and I dont sugar coat stuff. I dont go out of my way to be nice but I dont go out of my way to be mean. If i dont like you then I will be friendly and ask you how your day was but I'm not gonna ask you to go rollerskating with me, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt even that drunk. When is the last time you had some sort of drunken confrontation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114893096456922362?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114893096456922362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114893096456922362' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114893096456922362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114893096456922362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/me-lemon-drops-and-people-that-dislike.html' title='Me, Lemon drops and people that dislike me...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114870789615783299</id><published>2006-05-26T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:31:36.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phones lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/samsung-a920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/samsung-a920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been so good with the phone lately. I'm not extremly busy or anything...maybe moderatly busy but not crazy busy where i cant call anyone back. It's a problem I have, I get into a phase sometime where I just dont wanna answer the phone Or call anyone. Dont take offense. It's almost the last 2 weeks of tour, maybe that has something to do with it. But i dont think so. I just dont know. but sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114870789615783299?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114870789615783299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114870789615783299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114870789615783299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114870789615783299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/phones-lately.html' title='phones lately...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114870725580876102</id><published>2006-05-26T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:20:55.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Friends_Group_038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Friends_Group_038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE THEM! Once again, I love the friends! Even more so...I love Joice for buying different seasons of friends. I dont watch T.V. I'm just not a T.V. guy. But on tour sometimes it's all there is to do. Commercials drive me crazy so having FRIENDS on DVD is AWESOME! Thank you Joice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My second runner up is ROSEANNE but I dont have any of that on DVD yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is everyone's favorite sitcom?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114870725580876102?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114870725580876102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114870725580876102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114870725580876102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114870725580876102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114870692500385596</id><published>2006-05-26T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:15:25.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rehearsal pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/rhearsal3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/rhearsal3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/rehearsal4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/rehearsal4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/rehearsal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/rehearsal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random pics from rehearsal the other day. To the left is Miss Erika rehearsing one of her many new roles....this one was baby bear. And to the top right is half the cast rehearsing "sing a song" to get the new guy &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/rehearsal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/rehearsal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that replaced Count Von Count. And then to your bottom right....yes....indeed....all the boys on sesame street live are in fact big homo's...just a little proof. Thats Stephen, he plays Cookie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114870692500385596?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114870692500385596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114870692500385596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114870692500385596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114870692500385596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/rehearsal-pics.html' title='rehearsal pics'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114841228743070999</id><published>2006-05-23T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:24:47.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Tour 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/madge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/madge2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/madonna11co.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/madonna11co.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/madonna11co.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Setlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/Setlist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna's "Confessions Tour 2006"' opened Sunday in Los Angeles. I have tickets for June 14th in Chicago! I cant wait! The set list was finally released so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/madge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/madge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114841228743070999?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114841228743070999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114841228743070999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114841228743070999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114841228743070999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/confessions-tour-2006.html' title='Confessions Tour 2006'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114834128701422060</id><published>2006-05-22T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:41:27.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/blackboard.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/400/blackboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/blackboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we play arenas there is a chalk board or a dry erase board in our dressing room because it's usually a locker room and the coach writes out some sort of what...i dunno...strategy (?) on the board. We (I) use it for other things. I like to ask the male cast questions...usually its a "would you rather..." question. By the way...the question "Would you rather give up food or sex" out of 7, 3 said sex and 4 said food. seriously? Anyway...I strayed away from the would you rathers and went with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"what celebrity would you want to carry your child? AND what celebrity would you carry a child for?" I said Liza Minelli and Nate Berkes....Liza because I just wanna see how the kid turns out and Nate Berkes because he is F-ing beautiful and sweet and kind and gorgeous...and...whatev.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so.....WHAT CELEBRITY WOULD YOU WANT TO CARRY YOUR CHILD AND WHAT CELEBRITY WOULD YOU CARRY A CHILD FOR???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and would you rather give up food or sex???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114834128701422060?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114834128701422060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114834128701422060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114834128701422060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114834128701422060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/questions.html' title='?questions?'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114834070488834793</id><published>2006-05-22T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:31:44.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzzy VanHausimier....again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/muzzy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/muzzy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muzzy is sick again. I'm getting scared, sad and poor. daddy only has a job for 3 more weeks. this kitty needs to get healthy. Vets like to get ya for every last penny....but I just want him to get better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s. My camera does my cat no justice-FYI-he looks evil in all these damn pictures! &lt;em&gt;but he's not....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114834070488834793?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114834070488834793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114834070488834793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114834070488834793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114834070488834793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/muzzy-vanhausimieragain.html' title='Muzzy VanHausimier....again.'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114834039406280824</id><published>2006-05-22T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:44:05.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Brandy Beavers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/brandy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/brandy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing...the new Brandy Beavers. For those of you not familiar with Brandy she was the&lt;em&gt; tour barbie &lt;/em&gt;on last seasons tour. My friend Carrie bought her for me and I bought her one and she named hers Sasha Summers. Brandy was WAY more popular. She became a star while Sasha became a meer sidekick. They drove around in a stylish jeep until Sasha crashed it in Hawaii....Sasha died...Brandy remains. Both of these are pics of Brandy....the one to the left is the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandy was a blonde haired fashion crazed starlet. She spent most her time in Milan doing fahsion this and that but she also toured with ECB last year....just to "relax" after her wretched divorce from child star Leaf Garret. She occassionaly would do commentary about ECB on the show &lt;em&gt;60 minutes 2&lt;/em&gt;-airing only on a cable access channel in Alaska and Utah.She went through many a photo shoot when the company of ECB woould get a little tipsy. i dont have many of the photos today so instead I give you the new Brandy....the dirty Brand. It's all been down hill since her debut movie "Humingbird" hit rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is currently working on her debut solo album titled "Screwed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was asked never to return to the tour of ECB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114834039406280824?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114834039406280824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114834039406280824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114834039406280824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114834039406280824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/miss-brandy-beavers.html' title='Miss Brandy Beavers'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114833975820234520</id><published>2006-05-22T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:15:58.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thinking pose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of &lt;em&gt;smackey studios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114833975820234520?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114833975820234520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114833975820234520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114833975820234520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114833975820234520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114827980278041263</id><published>2006-05-21T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:36:42.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/cast04.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/cast04.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have recently discovered that REBA has been cancelled after 5 seasons. Believe it or not it was one of the top rated shows on the WB and I'm kinda miffed. It was however, picked up on some network called the CW for a mid season replacement and is scheduled to tape and air 13 episodes....i'm confused by this. 1) what the hell network is the CW? and 2) Why didn't the WB keep it. I know some of you may think I'm crazy but this show was seriously funny. You know I love the woman and I was very skeptical when the show first aired 5 years ago.....since then I have grown to love it and not just for Reba but the writing is actually pretty clever and Melissa Peterman (Barbara Jean, the big blonde) is freaking hilarious!! I was impressed, maybe thats because I set my standards low to begin with. I got attached and now it's gone for the most part. I wasnt expecting 10 seasons like "friends" or anything but was hopeing for at least 6 or 7. Ah well. I wonder if they cancelled it because of the absence of Scarlett Pomers (Kyra Hart-youngest daughter, pink shirt, long curly hair). She just wasn't on the show this last season because in &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;life she was and maybe still is struggling with an eating disorder. They didn't write her out or anything she just randomly dissapeared with no explanation. No "Kyra is at camp" or "Kyra got hit by a car"...just gone. At least they didnt replace her with another actress....I hope she is doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please inform me of the 411 on the CW?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114827980278041263?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114827980278041263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114827980278041263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114827980278041263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114827980278041263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/reba.html' title='REBA'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114819868676936038</id><published>2006-05-21T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:04:46.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARY LOUISE PARKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/mary_louise_parker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/mary_louise_parker1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY LOUISE PARKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love her? I freaking love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if her movies are mainstreem they are still the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even seen "Weeds" but may buy it on DVD just for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS BRILLIANT!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love her? If NOT....why????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114819868676936038?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114819868676936038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114819868676936038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114819868676936038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114819868676936038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/mary-louise-parker.html' title='MARY LOUISE PARKER'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114816895384033130</id><published>2006-05-20T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:55:08.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIR....again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/mcknight%20(2).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/mcknight%20%282%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/HairTitle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/HairTitle.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as I wrote a little bit ago thatI went and saw "HAIR" twice when I was in Toronto. Well, when I was home in Chicago I dug and dug in my many packed up belongings for my original soundtrack recording...couldn't find it so I bought a new one. I'm glad I did, I got a bonus dis&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Stevenson%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 57px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Stevenson%20%282%29.0.jpg" width="57" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;c with it with tracks that were only in the off broadway production. Anyway...point is that I am once again obsessed with "HAIR". I cant help it. These two guys pictured I had huge crushes on through the entire show. Jamie Mcknight (top picture) is hot hot HOT and can sing like no other, he was brilliant beyond just being beautiful to look at. Zachary Stevenson(middle pic) is the one I had my crush on most of the evening, he was just tall and tone and slender and delicious....and later we ran into&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Reynolds%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Reynolds%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; him and some others at a bar and hung with them. Katrina Reynolds (the girl) had me and my friend Erika over for drinks...thats when I found out Zachary was straight and that Katrina makes a mean cosmo.....and that Erika loves the porcelain god. This picture does not do Zachary justice. The show got mixed reviews but I thought it was excellent from start to finish. The reviewer below at one point says "Why revive HAIR? why NOW?"....my response to that is WHY NOT NOW??? I wish this show was playing on Broadway right now. America could use it. I mean....why now? Why "the wedding singer-the musical" now? Dont ask a stupid questions like "why now?" when it comes to HAIR. There is never a wrong time to revive it! Me likey and wish I could see again before it closes in 5 weeks. If you get to Toronto any time soon check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/hair.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groovy 'Hair' opens in Toronto&lt;br /&gt;Production steps back in time to Let The Sunshine In, once again&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a class="byline" href="mailto:steve.tilley@tor.sunpub.com"&gt;STEVE TILLEY&lt;/a&gt;-- Toronto Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="movepic('email','/Images/all/email_1.gif')" onmouseout="movepic('email','/Images/all/email_0.gif')" href="javascript:sendit();"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="movepic('print','/Images/all/print_1.gif')" onmouseout="movepic('print','/Images/all/print_0.gif')" href="http://jam.canoe.ca/Theatre/2006/03/31/pf-1514015.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="movepic('rite','/Images/all/write_1.gif')" onmouseout="movepic('rite','/Images/all/write_0.gif')" href="http://rapids.canoe.ca/cgi-bin/reg/NR-cust_service.pl?MODE=CUSTOMER_SERVICE&amp;LOOK=JAM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORONTO - Unkempt, sexy, colourful and maybe in need of a little trim here and there -- that's hair, and that's Hair.&lt;br /&gt;From the beads-wearing flower children distributing hand-rolled fatties to audience members taking their seats (no word on whether the herbal contents were real, but I'd assume not) to the genuinely heart-plucking finale of Let The Sunshine In, the '60s have been reborn in a single evening.&lt;br /&gt;Or so I assume. Hair-awar&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/hair8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/hair8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e columnist Jim Slotek was supposed to be reviewing last night's CanStage premiere of the tie-dyed musical at the Bluma Appel Theatre, but was called out of town unexpectedly to talk to Jimmy Buffett. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;Into the breach steps yours truly, born the same year the show is set (1968) and completely virginal, Hair-wise. Never saw the Milos Forman movie, never got high to the LP soundtrack, never heard of most of the songs save for the unavoidable pop culture troika of Aquarius, Good Morning Starshine and Let The Sunshine In.&lt;br /&gt;But that's OK. Hair isn't so much a story peppered with songs as it is a whole bunch of songs -- 48, to be exact -- telling the story of the Tribe, a group of New Yorkers embracing the dawning of the Age of Aquarius with open hearts, blown minds, and lots of sex.&lt;br /&gt;They love, they sing, they take baby steps towards social responsibility and equality, they protest the war in Vietnam -- the Iraq war parallels resonate less profoundly than you might assume -- and they lose one of their number to those jungles on the other side of the world. And, well, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads5.canoe.ca/event.ng/Type=click&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;FlightID=30672&amp;AdID=55947&amp;amp;TargetID=4862&amp;Segments=2371,4176,4833,4953,5075,6137,7437,7509,7523,9318,9408,9937&amp;amp;Targets=439,5996,6171,6204,6278,4862,4884,3773,3846&amp;Values=25,31,43,51,60,72,86,92,101,110,150,152,213,255,301,332,334,342,343,344,345,363,379,380,396,490,493,861,863,891,1281,1315,1445,1467,1544,1570,1620,2292,2307,2326,2402,2408,2553,2670,2686,2701,2703,2789,3070,3079,3562,3621,3719,3797,3832,3993&amp;amp;RawValues=USERID,c0a8dcdc-7426-1148166768-4&amp;Redirect=http://www.autonet.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the deft and confident direction of Robert A. Prior (who is smooth of pate and probably tired of the obvious jokes), the cast of 19 young, pretty and impossibly energetic actors do the unexpected by convincingly finding a balance between character and caricature. By the time the two-and-a-half ho&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/hair22.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/hair22.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;urs are up, you'll love them all unconditionally, and not just because you've seen them completely naked during the famous nude scene at the end of Act 1.&lt;br /&gt;(Curiously, for a show called Hair, many of the actors have almost none of the stuff below the neck. No self-respecting hippie would wax his chest or trim her, um, Garden of Eden.)&lt;br /&gt;Once the familiar music and great voices and creative set design and trippy projected visuals have faded away, though, you have to wonder: Why revive Hair, and why now? It's too cool to be kitschy but still too far removed to feel truly relevant.&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's happy-sad-sexy-fun. Almost enough to make a guy believe this mythic '60s thing really happened. And almost enough to make him nostalgic for something he never actually saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114816895384033130?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114816895384033130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114816895384033130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114816895384033130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114816895384033130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/hairagain.html' title='HAIR....again.'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114816746805484333</id><published>2006-05-20T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:24:28.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbia, MO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/columbia,mo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/columbia%2Cmo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in Columbia, MO this week. It is like the arm pit of america. But for some reason the boys be real cute. There is this one local tech guy that is positively delicious, his name is Josh. The cast is comparing him to this local tech guy from Chicago, his name was Ray....he was seriously a slice of pumpkin pie....and I love me some pumpkin pie. But Josh doesnt compare to Ray in any shape or form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, every week there is usually one hot local that works backstage. The cast talks about this person all week to decide wether they are gay or straight and which one of us has shot. Seldom do any of us hook up with them but it provides endless entertainment backstage. I mean lets face it...most of us are single and out on the road...we are lonely, a little eye candy never hurt nobody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also welcomed a new cast member today...his name is Andrew and he will stepping into the role of Count Von Count. He just flew in today and started rehearsing when we finished our shows today. This is his first job as a costume character.....he is scheduled to go in on Wednesday for his opening. Welcome and Good luck Andrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Missouri?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114816746805484333?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114816746805484333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114816746805484333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114816746805484333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114816746805484333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/columbia-mo.html' title='Columbia, MO'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114799705997047176</id><published>2006-05-18T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:12:47.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weebles wobble....</title><content type='html'>So in the last month performers have been dropping like flies....seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/emilyc.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/emilyc.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/yellow.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/yellow.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily Conway (Yellow Pallette) left when her boyfriend of 4 years broke up with her. She left to start life a new....which i'm sure you can all appreciate on one level or another. We miss her! She was replaced by Erika Twining who was playing Ernie. And Ernie was replaced by vet Joy Carlson. We love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/emilyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/emilyt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/grover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/grover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then down went Emily Turay(Grover/medium understudy) on a peaceful walk back to the hotel one night from dinner she fell and broke her foot. She was also replaced by Erika Twining....its more confusing than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/keith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/count.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/count.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yesterday Mr. Keith Oliver(count von count), who has been on this tour with me since i started last year in January, left due to what can only add up to as physical exhaustion. We all wished him well this morning.....there is nobody to replace him. With 3 weeks left its hard to get someone to come out on the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114799705997047176?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114799705997047176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114799705997047176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114799705997047176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114799705997047176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/weebles-wobble_18.html' title='weebles wobble....'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114781028260483506</id><published>2006-05-16T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:11:22.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the simple life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all wrong, but it's all right. I love these bitches! &lt;em&gt;The Simple Life 4: housewives&lt;/em&gt; will premier on E! June 4th. I just hope that I am in a hotel that has the E! channel. Okay so I know it wont be the same, they totally didn't shoot any of it together. I did hear that they shot the first and last scenes of the season together but only time and crappy reality TV will tell me what truth is in that....right? I now own and have watched all of seasons 1, 2 &amp;amp; 3...and I'm not really ashamed. I even got some people hooked on it. It's addicting....I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your blurred reality addiction? If you say "Date my mom" you have no room to give me crap for Paricole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114781028260483506?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114781028260483506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114781028260483506' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114781028260483506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114781028260483506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/simple-life.html' title='the simple life...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114780946871326670</id><published>2006-05-16T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:57:48.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Paid For College: A Novel of Sex, Theft, Friendship &amp; Musical Theatre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/0767918541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/0767918541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this book! My friend Amanda lent it to me and knew I would love it....and I did! She lent it to me like 3 months ago and when I got it, it just so happened EVERYONE in the cast was reading it and then passing it on so in an effort to not be like everyone else I first read "The Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius"...while that was good, it doesnt compare. Granted "how I paid for college" was a pretty easy read but it was just brilliant! the other strange thing was that this kid was kinda me in some parts, it was weird. Everyone that just read that previous sentence who has read the book notice I said I was like him in SOME parts....not be confused with ALL parts...K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know I suck at giving the 411 on a book so below is someone's efforts from amazon.com, enjoy....and just go read the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I Paid For College is a funny and sweet coming of age novel--with lots of sex, for a change. Ed, the narrator-protagonist, is about to enter his senior year in high school and his main goal in life is to go to Julliard, but his business-oriented dad decides that Julliard won't get him anywhere in life, so he won't pay for it. Ed and his amusing friends set off on a quest to come up with the cash to pay for college. It's 1984, so college isn't quite the expensive proposition we now know it to be, but Ed still has got to come up with quite a chunk of change. The novel isn't really about with getting money for college, it is really about getting the courage to see who you truly are. Ed realizes his own sexuality, as do most of his friends. They also become comfortable in their roles in high school (as "Play People") and by the end of the novel are pretty well-adjusted 18-year olds. This is a charming novel for many reasons. Ed is a lovable narrator and his sarcastic, cynical and hilarious look at the New Jersey suburbs in the early 80s is priceless and hilarious. This novel will make you laugh out loud and will always keep you smiling. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114780946871326670?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114780946871326670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114780946871326670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114780946871326670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114780946871326670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-i-paid-for-college-novel-of-sex.html' title='How I Paid For College: A Novel of Sex, Theft, Friendship &amp; Musical Theatre'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114779625315219644</id><published>2006-05-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:17:33.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzzy VanHausimier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/dmuzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/dmuzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone! Muzzy is doing better. He is back home and he can potty now. He just needs a change in his diet and some loving. My roomie Niki has been awesome and took care of him so well! THANK YOU NIKI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114779625315219644?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114779625315219644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114779625315219644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114779625315219644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114779625315219644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/muzzy-vanhausimier_114779625315219644.html' title='Muzzy VanHausimier'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114765703574644425</id><published>2006-05-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:37:15.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzzy VanHausimier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0020%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0020%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my Muzzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Muzzy is sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is currently at the animal hospital in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't go potty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114765703574644425?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114765703574644425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114765703574644425' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114765703574644425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114765703574644425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/muzzy-vanhausimier.html' title='Muzzy VanHausimier'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114757365719353135</id><published>2006-05-13T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:27:37.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Vivasexjustify.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Vivasexjustify.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/dusty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/dusty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didnt work...this was the madonna picture that was in my mind when this picture of me was taken but it just didnt work huh? whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really have a black eye but it kinda looks like it huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114757365719353135?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114757365719353135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114757365719353135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114757365719353135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114757365719353135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/poses.html' title='Poses'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114757346448665543</id><published>2006-05-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:24:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The High Life Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0067%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0067%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week is a split week. For those of you not familiar, it is exactly as it sounds. first half of the week in one city and the second in another. The first half was spent in Des Moines, IA and the second half we are currently finishing out in Springfield, IL. Neither one of the cities have a terrible lot to offer but here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Des Moines me, Doc, Chereese, and Joy went to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/dusty3%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/dusty3%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a place called the "high life lounge". As cheap beers go I have forever been a fan of miller high life...the champaigne of beers. I love it... love it. Well, I prefer a good pale ale but if i have to go cheap I can handle some high life. This place looked like a bowling alley when you walked in and it was actually carpeted....a bar with carpet-true story. t&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/dusty2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/dusty2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey had all the miller high life you could want! Anyway, we spent some time there and then Doc and I went on to visit the gay bar of Des Moines called "Faces". A fight broke out and it was funny.....and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springfield is kinda boring. As was Des Moines. The last half of the east coast leg of this tour really blows compared to the last part of the west coast tour last year. Ah well....at least I'm employed....um.....for 4 more weeks. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite beer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114757346448665543?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114757346448665543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114757346448665543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114757346448665543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114757346448665543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/high-life-lounge.html' title='The High Life Lounge'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114714387688506565</id><published>2006-05-08T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:04:36.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reba in South Pacific</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/capt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/capt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/capt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/capt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last April Reba performed along with Lilias White, Alec Baldwin and Brian Stokes Mitchell in a one night only concert version of South Pacific at Carnegie Hall. It recently aired on PBS and just last week was released on CD and DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always disliked "South Pacific" almost with a passion. but Reba was in it so of course I was gonna watch it. her acting was...."trite" (but I still love her) and you cant really blame her...Most of it was really good except for a couple scenes where she had to get all emotionary and stuff (made it up) and it just seemed kinda forced. Beyond that it was brilliant! She sang the shit out of everything! The only problem was at the end of the song "honey bun" when she sang the lyric "Save me some turkey" she had this faced that was like "I didnt mean to do that" and the note wasnt pretty....but she kept on truckin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone else enjoy reba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114714387688506565?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114714387688506565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114714387688506565' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114714387688506565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114714387688506565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/reba-in-south-pacific.html' title='Reba in South Pacific'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114714333563606441</id><published>2006-05-08T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:55:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers With Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/strangerswithcandy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/strangerswithcandy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/amy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/amy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Official! Strangers With Candy: the movie will be released June 18th in New York City and Nationwide in July. I CANT WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love this show and although I havent heard the greatest things about the movie I need some new Jerri Blank in my life. Amy Sedaris is brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see a teaser trailer at &lt;a href="http://www.strangerswithcandymovie.com"&gt;www.strangerswithcandymovie.com&lt;/a&gt; .....you should go there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What T.V. show would you most like to see made into a movie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114714333563606441?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114714333563606441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114714333563606441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114714333563606441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114714333563606441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/05/strangers-with-candy.html' title='Strangers With Candy'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114645998579408732</id><published>2006-04-30T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:58:24.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been THAT girl at a party? You know, the drunk mess that nobody knows. It can go one of two ways....1) the drunk girl nobody knows and hopes they never see again or 2) the drunk girl &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that everyone wants to get drunk with again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jordan came to see me last night in Merrillville, IN and we had a party for a girl in the company that is leaving. Jordan got WASTED.....it was precious. She was THAT girl, even better is that she was&lt;em&gt; that girl #2&lt;/em&gt; and the next day all my friends were like...."that girl was so much fun". I wont get into details cuz she ask me not to and....I'm a good friend, right? But the one thing i will share is this picture. So....It's like May 1st. Pools are NOT open right now. Some wise person in my company dared Jordan to run across a covered pool-the hotel pool that is. While this is dangerous and could get me fired.....Jordan accepted the dare head on. Atta girl.... she made it halfway across and then fell in the huge puddle in the middle. once again....atta girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been THAT girl??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114645998579408732?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114645998579408732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114645998579408732' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114645998579408732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114645998579408732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-girl.html' title='That Girl....'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114628227477488044</id><published>2006-04-28T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:44:34.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/starbucks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/starbucks.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starbucks....I love starbucks. I know its bad, I'm like giving into the machine of coffee places. Last year I visited the very first starbucks EVER in Seattle and at the time I was like "eh...okay....is it lunch time yet?". But if it were now that I visited that first starbucks ever it would make my day so great and I would want a picture of me there. I have talked before of how being on t he road it is always nice, even though I dont neccessarily agree with the ,corporate world, but its always nice to have familiar "things and places" around me....starbucks is no exception. Almost anywhere (except Canada) I can go in and get a venti regular coffee for under $2. it has been my breakfast on many occassions and keeps me fueld easily until noon. Also an iced regular coffee is very nice and a Venti is never above $3. I'm an easy drink kinda guy ordering an occassional mocha when I feel saucy or a pumpkin latte around halloween but for the most part I stick with just plain old COFFEE....sometimes black, sometimes sweet and creamy...either way, starbucks has yet to let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one downer....when you say "I would like a large..." instead of a "venti" and the snooty cashier says "you mean a VENTI???"........"um.....sure....YES....Yes a VENTI......bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this post? There is a Starbucks INSIDE our hotel this week. this happens from time to time and I have spent most of the week there. Coffee is good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats one of your favorite corporate america places?? (you know you have one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114628227477488044?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114628227477488044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114628227477488044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114628227477488044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114628227477488044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114627834294754920</id><published>2006-04-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:39:02.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street Live in Chicago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/dusty&amp;elmo%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/dusty%26elmo%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/dustin%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/SSL%20Elmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm not exactly playing IN Chicago. But I'm playing in Rosemont and the blue line goes right out to the theatre so it's close enough! &lt;em&gt;Sesame Street Live: Elmo's Coloring Book&lt;/em&gt; will open Wednesday May 3rd at the Rosemont Theatre in Rosemont, IL at 5400 North River Road...you can purchase tickets at &lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com"&gt;www.ticketmaster.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I alternate between the live performer role (Professor Art) and Oscar the Grouch. If you wanna catch me, come see me as Art. The following is the schedule of what I will be playing when: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/dustytie%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/dustytie%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday May 3rd 7:00p.m.- Oscar the Grouch&lt;br /&gt;(PBS buy out-close to general public)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday May 4th &lt;strong&gt;10:30a.m.- Professor Art&lt;/strong&gt;, 7:00p.m. Oscar The Grouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday May 5th &lt;strong&gt;10:30a.m.- Professor Art&lt;/strong&gt;, 7:00p.m. Oscar The Grouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday May6th &lt;strong&gt;10:30a.m.-Professor Art&lt;/strong&gt;, 2:00 Oscar the Grouch and &lt;strong&gt;5:30 Professor Art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday May 7th 1:00p.m. Oscar the Grouch, &lt;strong&gt;4:30 (Closing) Professor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see Art and Elmo on television in Chicago it's NOT me...I was handed both publicity assignments and finagled my way out of them as the other guy that plays Art owed me a couple favors and I wanna spend as much time at my apartment and with my friends as I possibly can! Hope to see some of you at the show or out and about! Call or e-mail me if you have any questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114627834294754920?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114627834294754920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114627834294754920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114627834294754920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114627834294754920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/sesame-street-live-in-chicago.html' title='Sesame Street Live in Chicago...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114599363416831511</id><published>2006-04-25T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:33:54.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toronto</title><content type='html'>hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I was in Toronto last week and I had a really great time! let me tell you aboot it. Monday we got there and went to the death cab for cutie/franz ferdinand concert. I dont remember much of the concert cuz I was hopp&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing from suite to suite meeting canadians. but the suite was free and Natalie Portman was in the suite next to ours so that was cool. I think the concert was good...&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday I just kinda bummed around Toronto doing not much of anything. I had dinner at this place called "philthy Mcnasty's". We only ate their because of the name.&lt;br /&gt;Then I picked up tickets to go see an equity production of "HAIR" on wednesday. I have always loved this show and had never seen it on stage. LOVED IT! loved it so much that Erika and I went back on saturday night to see it again. And it was once again brilliance. Then we went to a bar by our hotel after the show and who should walk in but like 5 cast members from HAIR....we chatted it up with them and went over to Katrina Reynolds house for one last drink...she was an understudy in the show and we saw her when she went in on Wednesday night wh&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en we first saw the show and she was fierce. she is the girl in the picture with the hat on. dance captain in the middle with the hand over his face and the hand belongs to the girl that played Angela.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning I had to be interviewed on this show called "daytime in toronto" and as we are standing there waiting to go on I was drooling over the actor that was being interviewed when i realized who he was. John Breger from Degrassi:the next generation. It is a show that is filmed in canadian and just now has started being played in the U.S. on the NOG channel. I used to watch it all the time!! And this actor was the "gay" guy in the show....Elmo and I got a picture with him. I did that whole thing that I do when I meet someone famous and cant talk. Half because I used to have a huge crush on him and the other half because I was tak&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing the picture literally seconds before my interview and I tend to zone in that moment anyway. Isnt he adorable??? John that is...not Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;All and all the week was really great and the audiences were awesome. The theatre we played in was huge and they were close to sold out a couple shows. Only problem was that the other guy that plays Art, Glen, got really sick and still is sick and i did the majority of the shows. I'm a little burnt out but I just hope he gets better soon. I feel grateful i got to perform for the canadians....good peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was everyones week last week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114599363416831511?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114599363416831511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114599363416831511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114599363416831511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114599363416831511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/toronto.html' title='Toronto'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114564403137891798</id><published>2006-04-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:40:07.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm alive</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been performing in Canada this week. I can't use my phone and dont have $$$ to use the internet so I will update next week when I get back to the states!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also people have been questioning when I get back to Chicago. I will be back through with my show May 1st-7th. And then back in town for the summer June 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114564403137891798?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114564403137891798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114564403137891798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114564403137891798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114564403137891798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-alive.html' title='i&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114522589744701404</id><published>2006-04-16T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:35:30.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>odd celebrity sightings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/98fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/98fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Jeffre....his name is Justin Jeffre. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night me and a few peeps took part in a seder. After the seder a few of us went to this bar called "madonna's"...NOT a gay bar...you would think though. We had a really good time and then my friend Chereese was like "We only have one show tomorrow and these guys I been talkin to be cute, lets go to an after hours bar with them". Emily and I were game so the three of us set off to this other place...I dont remember the name but it was a bar that served beer and pizza at 3 in the morning. HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we order a pizza and we are waiting for it and we decided that we didnt really want to be there and sleep sounded lovely. As we are waiting for the pizza behind us is Justin Jeffre from 98 degrees. Obviously....he's not Nick Lachey and I dont expect any of you to know any of their names so I'll describe Justin like this....the one that is the least cute out of the four and the one who has no muscles, the one in the picture to the left hidden behind everyone wearin&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0182.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0182.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g all black. I always felt bad for this guy, I felt like Nick was gonna get all beyonce and Justin was gonna get kicked out and then that other one.....the one thats not nick or chris(dancing with the stars)....chris right? I felt like the not chris or not nick guy would be eventually replaced by a buff Aaron Carter. See? All Destiny's Childs and stuff....It's not to late. They could still do it. what was the point of this post....OH YEAH! So yeah, justin Jeffre, the strangest one out of the bunch was standing there munching pizza and I said really loud (I was drunk) "it's the ugly one from 98 degrees"....STUPID. I dont think he heard me but we left very soon after my loud mouth word vomited all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture to the right is him and my friends pretended to be posing for a picture so we could get one of him...just cuz I guess. proof? i dunno. Ladies and gentlemen...justin Jeffre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was your strangest celebrity run in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114522589744701404?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114522589744701404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114522589744701404' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114522589744701404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114522589744701404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/odd-celebrity-sightings.html' title='odd celebrity sightings...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114495135785157245</id><published>2006-04-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:43:38.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter brunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/zzl-the%20whole%20crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/zzl-the%20whole%20crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/zx-we%20are%20hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/zx-we%20are%20hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year my company pays for their employees to enjoy an Easter Brunch. My company manager thought that this year instead of having it on Easter (when we have shows) it would be better to have it on our day off. So wednesday night the majority of us gathered at Benihana's. It was delicious. I had the Hibachi steak and it was oh so good. I sat with my gal pals Erika and Joice. Joice had nev&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er been and she kept the entire table entertained. The chef's name was Aaron and he was cute and fun. Erika and I shared some saketini's...martini's made with sake. Those were also delicious! I'm going to include more than enough photos cuz we had a really good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/zzh-aaron%20loved%20us%20he%20even%20cooked%20a%20rice%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/zzh-aaron%20loved%20us%20he%20even%20cooked%20a%20rice%20heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made the fried rice into a heart for Joice...it goes from sweet to creepy in like 2.2 seconds. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/zzj-his%20eyes%20were%20burning%20i%20let%20him%20borrow%20my%20sunglasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/zzh-aaron%20loved%20us%20he%20even%20cooked%20a%20rice%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114495135785157245?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114495135785157245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114495135785157245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114495135785157245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114495135785157245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-brunch.html' title='Easter brunch'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114495032891616948</id><published>2006-04-13T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:45:28.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day away from the street...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/DCFC0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am playing in Cincinnati,OH this week and I rented a car to head up to Michigan to visit some peeps on Tuesday. On my way there I stopped by Ann Arbor to see the beautiful Kelly Vieau. This girl and I have been friends for as long as I can remember and I hadnt seen her in such a long time! We went to a cute restaraunt and chowed down on some amazing spinach artichoke dip and then she had a chef salad and I had a greek salad.....and we both had their drink special, raspberry long island ice tea. It's a good thing I wasn't staying with her Monday night because her and I would have drank several of those bad boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really have the time to stop off in Ann Arbor but I am super duper glad that I did. I hadnt seen kelly in over two years. I stopped in Ann Arbor when i was in Michigan in February and I have been kicking myself in the butt ever since for NOT paying a visit to Kelly (Boobs) Vieau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some great laughs as we caught eachother up on life and I can't wait to see &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made it to Saginaw and visited with Paul, his family, my mother and some great friends. I actually saw more people than i thought I would get to see. It is always so nice to get away from tour even if it's only for a couple days. As much as I love Michigan....I can't wait to get back to Chicago!!! But I loves me Sagnasty peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some nickname's you have for some of your close friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114495032891616948?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114495032891616948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114495032891616948' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114495032891616948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114495032891616948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-away-from-street.html' title='A day away from the street...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114463742397623838</id><published>2006-04-09T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:50:23.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0124.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/DCFC0124.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Alex Turdbleck. He is a friend of Pasqualy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he sexy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114463742397623838?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114463742397623838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114463742397623838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114463742397623838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114463742397623838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-alex-turdbleck.html' title=''/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114463720932474784</id><published>2006-04-09T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:46:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter's a comin'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/DCFC0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is not a Holiday that has ever really excited me. BUT....I have dressed up as the easter bunny at least 3 times in my span of life.&lt;br /&gt;So my friend Chereese and I were walking around in the mall here in Waterbury,CT the other day and we decided to take a picture with the bunny. Unlike this one I was always in a costume where my face was seen....I thought it might be nice to be the bunnies guest and NOT the bunny for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else ever play the easter bunny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114463720932474784?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114463720932474784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114463720932474784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114463720932474784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114463720932474784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/easters-comin.html' title='Easter&apos;s a comin&apos;....'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114450078626135197</id><published>2006-04-08T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T05:53:07.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/heartbreaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/heartbreaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually finished a book among all my movie going this week. &lt;em&gt;A Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius &lt;/em&gt;was a really good read start to finish. It was very solid...I find in so many books I read I get to a lul in the middle where I have to push through for a little. Not with this. It's funny...everyone I talked to about this book has been like "OH my god! I love that book!! Isn't it brilliant? I just thought it was brilliant". I think it was good...kind of smart and funny but not really brilliant. I think if I knew this guy I would wanna punch him in the face a little, but I did indeed enjoy the book. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/eggers-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/eggers-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he is kinda cute...I used to have a thing for guys with curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A review on amazon.com started by saying"Boring, pretentious drivel"....hehehee....that made me chuckle. The book is kind of Dave Eggers ramblings about dealing with his mother and fathers death and raising his little brother Toph, along with his sister Beth after his parents have passed. Also dealing with everything you deal with when a parent passes. Both of my parents are alive so I can't even imagine what it's like. And I defintaly can't imagine what it is like to raise a younger sibling....so it was nice to see some insight into that. But like anything, I know there are more views on that than just his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I read it. Not a waste of time. I think anyone should read it if they get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite quote from the book..."It's disgusting, these little porkers...the existance of fat kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, isn't the word "porkers" funny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114450078626135197?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114450078626135197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114450078626135197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114450078626135197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114450078626135197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/heartbreaking-work-of-staggering.html' title='A Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114447270918359228</id><published>2006-04-07T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:05:09.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Number Sleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/luckynumberslevin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/luckynumberslevin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my friend Erika to see &lt;em&gt;Lucky Number Sleven&lt;/em&gt; tonight after our last show of the day. I LOVED THIS MOVIE! I normally wouldnt have chosen to see this if my movie going experiences werent free this week. But they are and it interested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a thing for Josh Hartnett. Never have really, I never thought he was hot or felt the need to watch one of his movies. I thought he was excellent in this. It made me actually wanna see more movies that he has done. And Lucy Liu....I loved her to begin with but her character in this is adorable from the minute she steps in&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/luckynumberslevinpubi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/luckynumberslevinpubi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to her first scene. Where has she been anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I now think Josh is hot...he is in a towel for like the first 30 minutes of the movie and getting the shit kicked out of him and taking it like a fucking trooper....thats hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...and Bruce Willis and Morgan Freeman and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Lucy Liu in last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMARY:&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY NUMBER SLEVIN is a comic thriller that twists and turns its way through an underworld of crime and revenge where nothing is as it seems. Set in New York City, a case of mistaken identity lands Slevin (Josh Hartnett) into the middle of a war being plotted by two of the city's most rival crime bosses; The Rabbi (Ben Kingsley) and The Boss (Morgan Freeman). Slevin is under constant surveillance by relentless Detective Brikowski (Stanley Tucci) as well as the infamous assassin Goodkat (Bruce Willis) and finds himself having to hatch his own ingenious plot to escape the maze alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114447270918359228?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114447270918359228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114447270918359228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114447270918359228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114447270918359228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/lucky-number-sleven.html' title='Lucky Number Sleven'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114444521841644629</id><published>2006-04-07T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:26:58.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phat Girlz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/phat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/phat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Phat Girlz this afternoon between my shows. Mo'nique, as usual, was hilarious! But it was kinda like....and?? I mean, dont get me&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/monique2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/monique2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wrong-everyone should feel great about themselves and I honestly think she looks damn good. But it's not so much a vanity issue to me as it is a health one. I myself am probably 30+ lbs over weight. I feel like that is unhealthy and I would like to change it. Sometimes I really like my belly...gives me that football player kinda look....yeah I said it. But I need to lose some weight for my health. I think this movie sends a great message about feeling good about yourself and loving yourself but not really a good message about being health concious. Or I'm just thinking to much about it. It was funny but you can wait for video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite line "Those god damn mix green bags of salad PISS ME OFF!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite phat girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114444521841644629?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114444521841644629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114444521841644629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114444521841644629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114444521841644629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/phat-girlz.html' title='Phat Girlz'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114444486586133782</id><published>2006-04-07T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:21:05.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inside Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/jodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/jodie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/insidemansmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/insidemansmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday night I went and saw "Inside Man". I didn't really want to but there was nothing else at the theatre I wanted to see or hadn't seen already and a group of friends told me they loved Inside Man and I shouldnt miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay. I didn't think it was anything spectacular. Is Denzel always after a bad guy in his movies? And do his teeth always look that fake? Jodie Foster was sexylicious t&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/clive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/clive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o me....I dont know why. She never really has been attractive in my eye. Nice looking and all but in this movie her character was yummy...she was kind of smirking the entire time. Loved that. Now...Clive Owen, he is yummy and he was the bad guy so that was really sexy....what is on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....summary-It's about a bank robbery. In my oppinion you can wait to rent it. In my friends oppinion it's a must see. you make the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone out there ever thought Jodie Foster was Foxy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114444486586133782?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114444486586133782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114444486586133782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114444486586133782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114444486586133782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/inside-man.html' title='The Inside Man'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114425100428779398</id><published>2006-04-05T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:30:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theatre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/working.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the day off of work today and I am just doing nothing in the business center of the hotel when I came across an article with an interview from Joe Bertucci in it . It was the last interview he did with the saginaw news or actually I think it was in the Review which is why it was ever printed. At the top was a picture of the cast and some crew from his last show "Working". I took this quote from the article, yet again, one of the reasons I love this man so much. And look at how young some of us are in that picture! you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe in Community Theater. I believe that all theater is worth saving. Each day, another theater closes its doors in this country due to lack of support. I believe that Community Theater is a place where groups of people from all walks of life come together and share, exchange ideas, and grow themselves and their communities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe that Community Theater is a club for a small group so a few people can indulge their friends and develop showcases. During my time at P&amp;B I've cast 80 people in a variety of roles, many of them were onstage for the first time, but with patience, love and caring, we put on productions that gave us pride &amp;amp; satisfaction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's about the process, and that's what all art is about - the process. You'll always have critics, people ready and willing to judge the final work, but unless you were involved in that process, you know nothing.That's Community Theater and that's what I want to ask this community to help save."&lt;br /&gt;-Joseph Bertucci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114425100428779398?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114425100428779398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114425100428779398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114425100428779398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114425100428779398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/theatre.html' title='Theatre...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114420432576769868</id><published>2006-04-04T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:32:05.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/23375_p_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/23375_p_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/19194_p_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/19194_p_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/22884_p_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/22884_p_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, we did a ticket trade with the local movie theatre so we get to see free movies all week. I saw three today. The only problem is that their movie selection kind of sucks.... Friday they have some decent ones coming out but by then I am working and who knows if I will get to go then. In general I dont think there are many good movies out right now but if there are and I'm not thinking of them this theatre is definatly NOT playing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the 3 I saw. Not much to say about them. I watched 2 horror films and a cartoon....I saw tons of people die and George is the cutest monkey I have ever seen. But really, you can wait to rent any of these movies. I wish the popcorn would have been free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did you see at the movie theatre last?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114420432576769868?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114420432576769868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114420432576769868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114420432576769868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114420432576769868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/free-movies.html' title='Free Movies'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114416933834872791</id><published>2006-04-04T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:48:58.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>other languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Foreign%20Language.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/Foreign%20Language.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay...now I dont have a problem with other languages. It's just when I am trying to concentrate or talk on the phone or I'm just on the train or something and there are two ladies just going off in spanish or whatever it drives me crazy!!! It gives me a monster headache. In fact right now two ladies are behind me just going off in some other language....i dont even know what it is. AH! my head hurts. And they talk way louder than people speaking english and faster and with more punctuation on everything they say...I think they are just rubbing it in my face that I dont know what they are saying....seriously. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't stand loud annoying boastful straight guys babbling about this or that-they sound like freaking morons...yes, a group of stupid men also stand behind me right now. I was looking for a picture along those lines to post with the foreign language pic but google just gave me tons of porn when I put in "annoying straight boys"...I got a bunch of "his first gay experience" pics. While hot....they wouldnt serve my purpose....at least not on this post.&lt;br /&gt;What gets on your nerves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114416933834872791?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114416933834872791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114416933834872791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114416933834872791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114416933834872791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/other-languages.html' title='other languages'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114416876060600746</id><published>2006-04-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:39:26.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/ct_poster1news.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/ct_poster1news.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day! All year long my friend Erika and I have said that we are going to the next Madonna show together. Today Icon members (Fan club) got the chance to get the pre-sale tickets and Erika is an Icon member. She can only get TWO tickets through Icon and she chose me!!! I was so excited! I AM so excited! The tickets were a titch pricey but nothing more than I expected and I think the same amount I paid for last time. I just feel so lucky, if it werent for Erika I would doubt I would even be able to get tickets! THANK YOU ERIKA!!! Love that girl! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/ct_website2news.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/ct_website2news.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will attend the Wednesday June 14th show in Chicago at the United Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listed below are two of the possible set list that could be....which one would you wanna see???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIST ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jump&lt;br /&gt;2. Future Lovers&lt;br /&gt;3. I love New York&lt;br /&gt;4. Borderline&lt;br /&gt;5. Get together &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/madonna-tour-info.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/madonna-tour-info.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dress You Up&lt;br /&gt;7. Hung up&lt;br /&gt;8. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;9. Like a Prayer&lt;br /&gt;10. Take a Bow&lt;br /&gt;11. Isaac&lt;br /&gt;12. Forbidden Love&lt;br /&gt;13. Ray Of Light&lt;br /&gt;14. Open Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;15. Like it Or Not&lt;br /&gt;16. Live to Tell&lt;br /&gt;17. Lucky Star&lt;br /&gt;18. Push&lt;br /&gt;19. Let It Will Be&lt;br /&gt;20. Everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIST TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Hung Up&lt;br /&gt;2.Where's The Party?&lt;br /&gt;3.La isla Bonita&lt;br /&gt;4.Music&lt;br /&gt;5.Love Profusion &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/madonna_narrowweb__300x376,0.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/madonna_narrowweb__300x376%2C0.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Get Together&lt;br /&gt;7.Isaac&lt;br /&gt;8.Erotica&lt;br /&gt;9.Nothing Really Matters&lt;br /&gt;10.Jump&lt;br /&gt;11.Everybody&lt;br /&gt;12.Dress You Up&lt;br /&gt;13.I Love New York&lt;br /&gt;14.Holiday&lt;br /&gt;15.Bedtime Story&lt;br /&gt;16.Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;17.Skin&lt;br /&gt;18.Ray Of Light&lt;br /&gt;19.Sorry&lt;br /&gt;20.Borderline&lt;br /&gt;21.Keep The Trance (new track)&lt;br /&gt;22.History (new track)&lt;br /&gt;23.Like A Virgin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114416876060600746?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114416876060600746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114416876060600746' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114416876060600746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114416876060600746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/confessions-tour.html' title='Confessions Tour'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114412826795428735</id><published>2006-04-03T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:24:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Chef_Boyardee_beef_ravioli_can_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Chef_Boyardee_beef_ravioli_can_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating right on tour is riducously hard, ecspecially on a budget. The last two weeks I stayed at hotels with kitchens and I made my food every day. I had chicken, salads, turkey sandwiches, scrambeled eggs...you name it! Somewhat healthy things I could prepare. When we dont have kitchens and I dont eat out I am stuck with ramen, easy mac, canned foods (soup &amp; good ole chef boy Ardee) peanut butter and jelly and like crackers and chips for snacks. While this stuf is "fun" and&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/vegetables-group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/vegetables-group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what not. I hate eating that way! Hate it! And if I choose to go out to get a nice salad or something I end up spending at least $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a boy to do? I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really hate all this sodium and stuff and even worse I make it all in a hot pot so when I make it, it all burns to the pot. boo hoo....what the hell?? I cant wait to have an apartment again so I can just get home and make myself a nice spinach fresh green salad with some dried cranberries and mushrooms and some low fat raspberry walnut paul newman dressing with a titch of feta cheese to top it off. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a mean spinach, onion, mushroom and feta cheese omelette...SO GOOD! not this week though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to order a pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your guilty pleasure food of choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114412826795428735?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114412826795428735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114412826795428735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114412826795428735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114412826795428735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/eating-habits.html' title='Eating habits'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114403997066167120</id><published>2006-04-02T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:52:50.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Sedaris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/sedaris-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/sedaris-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I get in the car to go to work and my boss was like "David Sedaris is going to be at the theatre a few blocks from the one we are playing at Sunday night...who wants to go?". 1) I'm broke 2) Sunday night is Grey's Anatomy 3) I missed out on a chance to see Mr. Sedaris in Chicago because I was layed up on my couch with a busted ankle and 4) I couldn't miss this. So my boss, Rebecca, fronted me  the money for the ticket. But at the same time I was like....he's an author....is he just gonna like read to me? And what is he gonna read? I've read every single one of his books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read his books I always imagine him actually talking to me so this was going to be strange for me on many levels. We walked in the lobby and there he was like 2 feet away from me signing books already. I was really excited! Problem is I own all of his books and I dont have a single one with me on the road right now to get autographed. But finally I just decided I would ask him to sign my ticket.....the line was cut off by security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes on stage and the lights dim and I must remind you this was the end of a long work week for me. I was so excited but the theatre got dark and he started reading stories (new ones too!) so I'm still excited. But then my drowsiness took over. Before I knew it my head kept bobbing down and I would jolt awake or I would start to drift in and out between burst of laughter. I was pissed that I was getting to see my favorite author rvery funny material and I was dozing off!!! Then he strayed away from reading stories off of a page and the house lights came on so he could talk to the audience. That woke me up a titch but seriously....I love him and I think he is hilarious!!! Next time I'm downing 2 NoDoz tablets with a cup of coffee! GR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he was well worth the money for the ticket and I hope I get to see him again someday and I'm gonna get there early with all of my books in hand so I can get his signature. Read one of his books if you get the chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had trouble staying awake at an event even though you REALLY wanted to be there and you were just exhausted???&lt;br /&gt;maybe he should have thrown in a musical number with some drums to wake my ass up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114403997066167120?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114403997066167120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114403997066167120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114403997066167120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114403997066167120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/04/david-sedaris.html' title='David Sedaris'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114370585207693026</id><published>2006-03-29T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:04:12.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/todd_281451_1[436942].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/todd_281451_1%5B436942%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love horror films but rarely go see them anymore because they are never any good. The days of Freddy, Jason and Michael are gone. And even when they return to the screen it's not so great. Tonight I saw "Stay Alive". I went into it with low expectations and I think for that reason I was pleasently entertained. I giggled and chortled at the movie the whole way through but all and all it wasn't that bad. kind of a take off of the whole "Ring" concept but never the less it was a decent idea and of course it cleverly left it open for a "Stay Alive-2". But I dont know if I liked it enough to say i will indulge in that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone seen "Final Destination 3"??? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a synopsis is you are interested:&lt;br /&gt;After the mysterious brutal death of an old friend, a group of teenagers find themselves in possession of 'Stay Alive,' a next generation horror survival videogame based on the spine-chilling true story of a 17th century noblewoman known as The Blood Countess. The gamers don't know anything about the game other than they're not supposed to have it and they're dying to play it. Not able to resist temptation, the group begins to play the grisly game and soon a chilling connection is made –- they are each being murdered one-by-one in the same method as the character they played in the game. As the line between the game world and the real world disappears, the group must find a way to defeat the vicious and merciless Blood Countess, all the while trying to 'STAY ALIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114370585207693026?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114370585207693026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114370585207693026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114370585207693026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114370585207693026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/stay-alive.html' title='Stay Alive'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114370542316082412</id><published>2006-03-29T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:57:03.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easton, PA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to announce the engagement of Dustin Harder and Dawn Difranco....Just kidding. But seriously, wouldn't make a great engagement picture? Dawn and I were very excited about this picture because we have a habit of taking pictures where either o&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne or both of us looks a little "downsy" or like we forgot a picture was taken so here it is....The first good picture of Dustin and Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am playing in Syracuse, NY this week but my roomie Doc and I went to visit our friend Dawn in Easton, PA the last couple days as she was there with her show "Clifford the Big Red Dog Live!". She is the company manager and manages a bunch of Canadians on this U.S. tour and she is fabulous at it! We also got to see our friend Chris Harper and he didn't fall asleep on us, some of you will understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there Monday and went to dinner at Don Pablo's where we had a maragrita and then realized it was to late to buy any wine in PA. So what did we do?? We crossed the border and went to New Jersey...we had nothing else to do. We got back to the hotel, each had a glass of wine and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had plans to go check out the crayola factory but we skipped out on it. Instead we had lunch at the Red Robin and this place is ridiculous. I walk in to the statue of liberty holding a torch with no lie....a cheeseburger as the flame. I have never been to this restaurant, what the hell is wrong with our country when any corporate whatever can just crap on the lady liberty like that? ridiculous. And...america is fat and this place allows endless refills on fries. I had a delicious tuna sandwich wit&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0109.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0109.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h french onion soup. To be fare, the sandwich was delicious but this restaurant is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and saw "V for Vendetta". Dawn and I like to go to movies and get a big popcorn, no butter, and diet cokes. So we took a picture of us with our goodies. As you can tell by the picture-I'm the actor. The movie was pretty good. I'm sure those of you that see it will either love it or hate it. I wanna see it a&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/v.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/v.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gain. I think I might really like it but I'm not positive yet. Natalie Portman was awesome and the violence was awesome as well and I never say that about violence but they way it was filmed was great. See...I think I REALLY liked it, I shall watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Chris and Dawn shop for "Clifford the Big Red Dog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/carrabbas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/carrabbas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner at "Carrabba's". I had been here twice before and loved it both times. We all had an extremely tasty glass of sangria and I myself had the Rigatoni Martino...penne pasta, mushrooms, chicken, scallions and sundried tomatoes in a creamy tomato sauce....sssssooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the hotel and I met some of the&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/DCFC0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/DCFC0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e cast and crew of "clifford". They we're all deliciously canadian and sweet and willing to tell me all aboot themselves and weren't sourry for a thing. We had some wine and some laughs and I got an invasive hug from Steph the "mess" canadia. "Mess" being used in a good way here. She was very sweet but has this strange hug thing she does which is intended to freak out any unsuspecting stranger but it has a sexual approach and Dawn should have known better to send this girl to me with this...I turned it on her pronto and had her screaming and running from me. I'm just good like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/red-robin-hamburgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/red-robin-hamburgers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave Dawn this morning. I'm still sad. But I have to say, I love driving in PA on a sunny day. I have maybe 5 or 6 times in my life (driven through PA) and each time it makes me smile. So I got to see Dawn who I adore and on both the drive there and the way back to Syracuse it was gorgeous out AND Doc let me play DJ with his iPod. Loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever eaten at a Red Robin? What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114370542316082412?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114370542316082412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114370542316082412' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114370542316082412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114370542316082412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/easton-pa.html' title='Easton, PA'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114370148637706382</id><published>2006-03-29T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:51:26.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Horror Picture Show Audience Participation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/rhaudpartguide.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/400/rhaudpartguide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People of all sorts have been attending The Rocky Horror Picture Show Audience Participation (RHPS) for years. The film was first released in 1975 and flopped. Then went on later to play as an experiment at Midnight at the Waverly Theatre in Greenwich Village in 1977. The film grew more popular through the midnight showings every saturday. to warm the crowd up the owner of the theatre used to play the album before the film. At some point a couple crazy kids got up before the show and started lip-synching and doing the moves from the movie along with the soundtrack. During the showing of the film certain things started to be shouted out at the characters in the movie and were repeated week after week. This created the RHPS Audience Participation. Later came the addition of props as well. And eventually an entire cast would take the stage and act out the movie step by step as it was happening in front of you. So your film going experience just became a live audience participation experience. This still happens to this day all across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/rocky09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/400/rocky09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to my first RHPS audience participation and it blew. I have been scared to go for years because people throw shit and yell things and it just gets crazy. But i finally went and it was so lacking the actual spirit of it all. Nobody dressed up like the characters. Nobody brought props. They were supposed to sell prop bags but they didn't. The volume of the movie was extremly low. The cast wasn't as dedicated as I felt the should have been to executing the moves of the great Tim Curry and fellow cast mates. All and all a major dissapointment. I'm now on a mission to find a good one before my tour is over. Anyone know where a good one is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to RHPS audience participation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114370148637706382?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114370148637706382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114370148637706382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114370148637706382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114370148637706382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/rocky-horror-picture-show-audience.html' title='Rocky Horror Picture Show Audience Participation'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114323566595286170</id><published>2006-03-24T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:27:45.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleware</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Mark%20and%20Deleware%20Sign%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Mark%20and%20Deleware%20Sign%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleware...seriously? I dont care if I offend anyone but why does this state exist? I dont like it here one bit.And it's SO small, just like Maryland. Why didnt they just make Maryland and Deleware part of the Virginias or Pennsylvania or something? All the roads are highways and all the highways are roads....it's one c&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/deleware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/deleware.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;onfusing mess. And the people are strange. There is this rite aid sort of CVSish store called Happy Harry's and the people are just weird. I tried to get a picture o f this one particularly strange lady but she moved to fast and as I was about to take the picture I suddenly felt guilty...hm. i dont like Deleware. One the up side!!! There is NO sales tax on anything, thats brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's an up side about where you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114323566595286170?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114323566595286170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114323566595286170' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114323566595286170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114323566595286170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/deleware.html' title='Deleware'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114314099593858104</id><published>2006-03-23T10:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:41:53.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Tedeschi-Hope and Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/B000ASATP8.01._PE29_.Hope-and-Desire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/B000ASATP8.01._PE29_.Hope-and-Desire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below I will post an actuall editorial review but first I will give my 2 cents. I love Susna Tedeschi, was introduced to her by my good friend Tara Bomba long time ago. I dont keep up on her but Paul copied this one, her latest , for me. I love it. My fav's are track 4)tired of my tears 7)sweet forgivness and 8) security....but I've only listened to it a few times-This could change! Pick this Cd up for some GOOD music and an amazing voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What CD is in yall's heads these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, husky mix of sugar and sandpaper in two-time Grammy nominee Susan Tedeschi's voice breathes sultry life into the art of classic soul singing on Hope and Desire, her fourth album. It's somewhat disappointing that she's chosen to defer her own songwriting in favor of classics and obscurities by Ray Charles ("Tired of My Tears"), Dylan ("Lord Protect My Child"), the Rolling Stones ("You Got the Silver"), and others. She's also left her guitar at home, assigning the exceptional playing to Clapton sideman Doyle Bramhall, Jr., and her husband, the Allman Brothers' Derek Trucks. But it's thrilling how Tedeschi applies her gospel-trained vocalizing to these 12 numbers, all tales of hope and desire, delivered at an unhurried pace so the delicate filigrees of her phrasing make them resonate with absolute emotional conviction. By the time the album closes with the gut-bucket blues "The Dangerzone," Teseschi's easily made the case for her third Grammy nod. --Ted Drozdowski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114314099593858104?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114314099593858104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114314099593858104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114314099593858104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114314099593858104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/susan-tedeschi-hope-and-de_114314099593858104.html' title='Susan Tedeschi-Hope and Desire'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114305239108741749</id><published>2006-03-22T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:33:11.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health valley Heart Wise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/61705629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/400/61705629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we have kitchens at the hotel. Basic stuff...big fridge, stove top, microwave etc. I decided I was gonna give a go at eating healthy this week. It's wednesday and despite my rampage through my luggage last night to find that one last packet of easy mac at 2:00 in the morning....I'm doing okay. I have a green pepper, onion and mushroom omelette in the morning, turkey sandwich for lunch, chicken salad for dinner and sometimes for a snack I have a nice little bowl of cereal. I know thats not really a snack but trust me...with the decent way I am eating this is a snack! It's "healthy" cereal...It's called Healthy Valley Heart Wise and it's supposed to be all good for you and stuff but....do you ever fiund yourself shoveling your cereal in your mouth because you can tell that it is getting soggy and soggier by the second? Soggy cereal to me is nasty and while this Heart Wise is both delicious and healthy....it gets soggy when I just get the milk out of the fridge. Yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is everyone's favorite cereal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114305239108741749?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114305239108741749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114305239108741749' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114305239108741749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114305239108741749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/health-valley-heart-wise.html' title='Health valley Heart Wise'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114305189555141109</id><published>2006-03-22T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:37:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Stork%20Stopp%20stork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Stork%20Stopp%20stork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/IMG_0290.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/IMG_0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my cousins Jenny and Jason Barnstable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning they gave birth to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Benjamin Ralph Barnstable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8lb 8oz...20 &amp;amp; 3/4 inches in length yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114305189555141109?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114305189555141109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114305189555141109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114305189555141109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114305189555141109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114300086392994492</id><published>2006-03-21T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:14:23.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There once was a blank from nantucket....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/saveswc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/saveswc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once obsessed with a show and if i haven't tried to get you to watch it at one time or another I must not like you...or had the apropriate time to show it to you. I'm still obsessed and all but it only had three seasons and I have worn my DVD's out man. I'm telling you! The main character is Jerri Blank played by the amazingly funny Amy Sedaris...also David's sister yo....I seriously would love to have lunch with that family. Anyway, the movie has been slated for release for over a year and keeps getting pushed and pushed and pushed back. I'm scared! I want this movie to happen real real bad. Once again...a copied synopsis follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cult-favorite television series which offered a fun-house&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/strangerswithcandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/strangerswithcandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; version of '70s "after-school specials" returns in this big-screen prequel to the show Strangers With Candy. Middle-aged ex-prostitute, former drug addict and all-around lowlife Jerri Blank (Amy Sedaris) emerges from prison at the age of 46 ready to start her life over again. Jerri arrives at her parents' home to discover that her father Guy (Dan Hedaya) divorced Jerri's mom and remarried before slipping into a coma. Jerri's stepmom Sara (Deborah Rush) decides to let her stay with the family in the hope her presence might bring Guy around, though she doesn't seem very fond of her new "daughter." Jerri decides to complete the education she abandoned years ago by enrolling at Flatpoint High School, where Principal Blackman (Greg Hollimon) has bigger fish to fry than a middle-aged sex offender as a student. It seems Flatpoint's science scores have been dreadful, and only a first-place entry in the county science fair will maintain the school's accreditation. Science fair guru&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/strangerswithcandy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/strangerswithcandy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roger Beekman (Matthew Broderick) is brought in with hopes of creating a winning project, but science teacher Mr. Noblet (Stephen Colbert) objects to using outside talent and starts a separate team of his own, bringing in Jerri to give her something to do. As it happens, Noblet's team comes up with a potential prize-winner with their Soup Can Superconductor, while Beekman foolishly accepts the help of art teacher Mr. Jellineck (Paul Dinello) and ends up with a dance routine instead of a science presentation. Determined to win out over Noblet's team, Beekman tries to get his hand on the plans for Noblet's project by convincing handsome Brason (Chris Pratt) to charm them away from weak-willed Jerri. Strangers With Candy also features cameo appearances from Philip Seymour Hoffman, Allison Janney, Ian Holm, and Kristen Johnston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114300086392994492?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114300086392994492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114300086392994492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114300086392994492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114300086392994492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-once-was-blank-from-nantucket.html' title='There once was a blank from nantucket....'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114300021902864616</id><published>2006-03-21T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:03:39.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Dirty%20Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/Dirty%20Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/Dirty%20Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks ago my friend Brian and I rented a movie when I was home in Michigan. The movie is "Dirty Love" and while I dont completly love it, it has now been purchased and thrives in my collection. The first thing I love is how Jenny McCarthy is so freaking beautiful and she will laugh at herself and make fun of herself and do disqusting things-It makes it even more fun! Then there is Carmen Elektra in this movie thinking she is all black and shit...I love it! Then the other girl...her name is Kam something, I think she was the girl in the movie "Trick" that says "What the hell is a whifenpoof"? She is just fun because she is dumn. Is it a must see?? NO. Is it a bored and I want something to make me laugh some...yes. People always ask me to summarize and stuff and I'm just bad at it so I copied this below from a website. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sexy woman discovers just how hard it can be to find a worthwhile man in this outrageous romantic comedy. Rebecca (Jenny McCarthy) is a beautiful blonde who thinks she has it m&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/dirtylove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/dirtylove2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ade with her hunky boyfriend, Richard (Victor Webster); however, when she comes home early one day and finds him in bed with another woman, she realizes that isn't quite the case. Devastated, Rebecca takes the advice of her friends Carrie (Kam Heskin), a half-bright actress, and Michelle (Carmen Electra), a racially confused beautician, and throws herself back into the dating game to prove to Richard that she can do better. However, there's a problem -- Rebecca is a bit of a klutz, she keeps ending up with men who are either crazy or strange, and each date she goes on ends in disaster. Does Rebecca have any chance at either finding new love or winning Richard back? And is it possible her pal John (Eddie Kaye Thomas) might be interested in being more than just friends? Dirty Love was written by leading lady Jenny McCarthy and directed by John Asher, McCarthy's husband. ~ Mark Deming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114300021902864616?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114300021902864616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114300021902864616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114300021902864616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114300021902864616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/dirty-love.html' title='Dirty Love'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114297188775841370</id><published>2006-03-21T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:01:01.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indianapolis, IN  and St. Patty's day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/drunk%20lady%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a little &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/limo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/limo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;visit to see my favorite person on the face of the planet Mon, Tue, and Wed last week in Michigan. I returned to Indiana on Wednesday evening and I met Doc at the hotel where we proceeded to the airpoprt to return our rental vehicles. The cheapest thing to take us back to the hotel ended up being a limo. I know that everyone out there thinks with my lavish muppet filled lifestyle that "Of course Dustin's been in a limo before"...not so true. Have it be known, after that ride, I dont really care for them at all. Thats me in the limo, sitting with my double chin. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/st%20pattys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/st%20pattys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night came and my roomie Doc and I went out for a bite to eat and beer after the show. Well, we got to talking and just hanging out, getting to know our bartender Tracy and ordering another beer....and another....and another....a shot....another beer....shit we have shows tomorrow ...shots on Tracy.....another beer...another shot. And here we are on our walk home.&lt;br /&gt;So after that night I was feeling a little down and feeling like I might not m&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/st%20pattys%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/st%20pattys%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ake it out on Friday night for St. Patty's day (one of my fav Holidays). Well, my friend Emily wasnt sure she wanted to go out either so after the second show she got some wine and I got some beer. We chilled in the room for a bit but it was St. Patty's day and we weren't feeling complete without our green beer...so we were off. Here is a pic from left to right of Markus, Dave, Erika and Emily...I loved that bar! Tracy was there once again to take care of me. She gets a little bitchy after she's had a few though.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had to post this next pic! So...my digital camera is crap and I will be the first to admit it, you just never know what you gonna get. T&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/drunk%20lady%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/drunk%20lady%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/drunk%20lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/drunk%20lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;picture is of me and emily totally flashed out and white as ghost...but if you look behind us, check out that drunk lady! I wonder how many pictures strangers have of me on their camera like this...OY! I'll call her....Judy.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/floor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..yes, so here is a picture of me, Emily and Judy...Judy likes the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;And then I have this one that I was gonna erase but i like really strange pictures and the thing i like about this one is it is this blank floor with feet around it. Lame and wierd, I know...but can you see what I see? I think its a neat picture. Anyway-The blank in the middle sums up my saturday and sunday evenings....BLANK. In bed by 10:00 Saturday and enjoyed Sunday night T.V. went to bed and started the journey Monday to Newark, DE....and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone out there ever been to Deleware?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114297188775841370?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114297188775841370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114297188775841370' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114297188775841370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114297188775841370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/indianapolis-in-and-st-pattys-day.html' title='Indianapolis, IN  and St. Patty&apos;s day...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114296918468008199</id><published>2006-03-21T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:26:24.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kids On The Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what posessed me to do this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um....I thought there were only 4 of these guys. Anyway...what is everyone's thoughts on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of them done that surreal life show yet? they should....and they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114296918468008199?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114296918468008199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114296918468008199' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114296918468008199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114296918468008199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-kids-on-block.html' title='New Kids On The Block'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114282866758565061</id><published>2006-03-19T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:24:27.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deodorant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/axe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/axe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/secretdeodorant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/secretdeodorant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deodorant. A note to my co workers....WEAR DEODORANT. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of your co-workers stanking it up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114282866758565061?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114282866758565061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114282866758565061' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114282866758565061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114282866758565061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/deodorant.html' title='Deodorant'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114281884631625043</id><published>2006-03-19T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:44:08.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink - I'm not Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/stupid.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/stupid.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/notdead.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/notdead.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Compared to her pop peers, Pink's no "Stupid Girl" — so why does her new hit feel like a comeback? Why did she languish in limbo with her last album, Try This, and what's pulled her out of pop purgatory? If it were just a matter of a failed punky experiment or bad single choices before, Pink's hit the jackpot with "Stupid Girls," the first single from I'm Not Dead, due April 4. Her spoofs of singers and starlets make us laugh, so we're buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's Pink really selling now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114281884631625043?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114281884631625043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114281884631625043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114281884631625043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114281884631625043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/pink-im-not-dead.html' title='Pink - I&apos;m not Dead'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114226528099709563</id><published>2006-03-13T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T07:54:41.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday night T.V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/desperate-housewives05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/desperate-housewives05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember in the begining of the season somebody would always blog about these shows on Monday? I thought I would do that today. I dont have much to say though. I love the shows still and I thought last nights episodes were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part about Desperate Houewives was the crazy nurse that was taking care of Susan! I loved her! At first i kinda wanted to punc&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/greys_anatomy_heigl_d.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/greys_anatomy_heigl_d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h her but then she made me giggle. And what happened to the gardner? having his mom pop up last night made me think....where is he? Also...Bree is a crazy bitch. Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/greys_anatomy_heigl_d.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's....oh poor Izzy. I have to say the patient she is falling for wins my heart over too. He is a swell fellow and Alex is an asshole. And who brings  a  baby to work? Seriously. Also, I adore Addison and Derek (McDreamy) I think they are perfect for eachother and I hope they work it out! Thats all I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114226528099709563?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114226528099709563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114226528099709563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114226528099709563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114226528099709563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-night-tv.html' title='Sunday night T.V.'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114213277589097575</id><published>2006-03-11T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:06:15.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paultoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/pauly.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/pauly.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are no words to express how beautiful I think this guy is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't he f**king adorable??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114213277589097575?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114213277589097575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114213277589097575' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114213277589097575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114213277589097575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/paultoes.html' title='Paultoes'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114208438764902383</id><published>2006-03-11T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T05:39:47.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business in the front, party in the back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long hair experiment has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does everyone like better? long or short hair? Go ahead...critic and be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hair pic taken in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short hair pic taken yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do ya'll think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114208438764902383?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114208438764902383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114208438764902383' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114208438764902383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114208438764902383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/business-in-front-party-in-back.html' title='Business in the front, party in the back...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114199782851446937</id><published>2006-03-10T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T05:37:08.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday...all my tourbles seem so far away.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/grap3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/400/grap3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day started out yesterday at 3:15a.m. I had to get up and get pretty and then get to the venue to be on the news 24 times in 4 hours between 5:00a.m. and 9:00a.m. NO I will not miss these early morning publicity calls. I was also on one hour of sleep because I had things on my mind and just couldnt sleep! Gr! THEN I had to do my first arena show in about a month and a half as we have been playing theatre's. The show started and it finished, I made it through without to many mistakes buut it ended and I dont remember ever doing it. Then on my break I couldnt nap because I needed to run a bunch of errands in between. I went to bed at 11:00 last night. It is 8:30 a.m. right....I feel rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114199782851446937?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114199782851446937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114199782851446937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114199782851446937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114199782851446937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterdayall-my-tourbles-seem-so-far_10.html' title='yesterday...all my tourbles seem so far away.....'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114184181174101412</id><published>2006-03-08T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:16:51.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PasQualey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/pasqualy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/pasqualy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This PasQualey. &lt;p&gt;He is my Balentine Bear Puppet that I bought for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He likes corn flakes and pretty ladies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you love him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114184181174101412?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114184181174101412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114184181174101412' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114184181174101412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114184181174101412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/pasqualey.html' title='PasQualey'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114184104613690228</id><published>2006-03-08T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:04:06.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph Paul Bertucci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/ajoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/ajoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Joe. I just wanted to write a small post today because it has been over a year since he passed away and this man meant the world to me. Joe was like a father to me. What gay male doesn't wanna have a gay dad right? He officiated my wedding ceremony, we went on a road trip around the country together, he directed me in several plays , and we worked together as co creaters on a few productions. Beyond all that he is one of the best friend's I have ever EVER had. I love this man with all my heart and miss him TERRIBLY. I also wanted to do this post because I LOVE this picture of him and wanted to post it on here as soon as I could. It was taken in 197somethin' or other. he looks amazing! I hope everyone has someone in there life that helps shoulder the load sometimes and answer some of life's questions for you sometime. I've needed him so many times in the last year. But we learn as time goes by that it's good to need people and it's human to need people but to truly get the most out of that you need to be there for yourself first. Since Joe has died I see pieces of him in people   I meet from time to time...thats comforting. He was a kind soul with a HUGE heart and would do anything for you. But if you pissed him off that hot blooded italian temper would come out. But I cherished even the temper. Miss you Joe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114184104613690228?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114184104613690228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114184104613690228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114184104613690228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114184104613690228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/joseph-paul-bertucci.html' title='Joseph Paul Bertucci'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114180043239071172</id><published>2006-03-07T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:17:20.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia Story...</title><content type='html'>So I have a story. I'll call it &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; Philadelphia story. Obviously I'm in Philadelphia , PA. Got here yesterday. M&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/images.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/images.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y friend Erika who is on tour actually goes to school here and is off the year to tour. She is staying at her apartment downtown. Well, my friend Joice and I wanted to go visit her today and check out downtown Philly. We were told the train was a&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/images.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; block away...wronger...It was like 4 or 5 city blocks away (at tini&lt;em&gt;cum&lt;/em&gt; and bartram actually)which is fine and all but it was co&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/tinicum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/tinicum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ld and blahblah blah. We get to the train and its not like a subway train but a TRAIN like all amtrackish and shit. And as usual the maps for the public transport are all confusing, but we figured the South Eastern Pennsylvania Transit authority (SEPTA) out. However, there was nowhere to buy tickets so Joice just gets on and the train that is halfway full of people and she is like "Is this the train to PHILLY???" (mind you we are &lt;strong&gt;IN Philly&lt;/strong&gt;). The lady taking the ticket money was like "YES" then Joice is like "Well where to we pay for a ticket??" and the lady was like "On the train". Meanwhile I was cowering behind her. So then we endured a 15 minute train ride into the city which wasn't bad at all except that we couldn't stop laughing (I swear I almost peed) and everyone on the train was staring at us....For good reason of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get off at the 30th St stop like Erika said and then Erika said "get to 29th St." so we went the wrong way and went to 31st so we turned around and all of a sudden we were on 23rd...What the eff??? Eventually we got to Erika and we joined her and Cyndi for a rather rushed lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/cutie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/cutie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyndi  had a doctors appointment. We met with our friend Chereese and chilled for a bit at a starbucks. So Me, Erika, Chereese and even Joice were obsessed with this guy sitting by us. So much in fact that I pretended to take a picture of them when I was really taking one of him. We all sat at the table and wrote things about this guy in Joice's journal while staring at him. Then as we got up to leave and we were still admiring him he got on his cell phone and had the voice a fourth grade girl.....bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika departed for dance class and Cyndi departed for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/hm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/hm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to shop. Joice got a fabulous bag at Urban Outfitters and I got some sunglasses, a hat, and a wonderful bag at H &amp; M (we all know that place F**king rocks). Then we went and had some delicious eats at the Santa Fe burrito place. SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Erika's to watch American Idol-I only watched some as I had an important phone call to deal with. I blew up the toilet in Erika's house mates bathroom. The toilet wouldn't flush....in fixing I stained my fingers blue. I just wanna clarify that I fixed it through the BACK of the toilet not by actually sticking my hand IN the toilet bowl. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Joice and I started the journey back to the hotel. Once again an adventure.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/joicep.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/joicep.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't think we needed tickets cuz we just paid cash before on the train but there was a ticket machine so we got some but it took us like 10 minutes to figure out the machine and then it wouldn't take our money so we had to exchange it for coin dollars and then after all this trouble it pumped out a tiny little teensy weensy ticket and THEN as we were on the train we found out we could have paid cash on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite t&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/joice%20(2).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/joice%20%282%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hese sorely events the day was awesome. Philly is a great city and gave me a wonderful vibe the minute I stepped off the train. I didn't get to see much but I did get to walk around. Atmosphere was great and it appears to be full of great food, entertainment and whatever else you are looking for...My kinda place. A&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/joicered.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/joicered.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ND the public transportation system really has it going on. The best part about today was getting hang with Joice a little more. We haven't been the best of friends on tour but we have always liked eachother, despite our "lets fight" relationship. today was nice for us I think because it brought us closer together because of many circumstances. We had some good talks and an AWESOME time. I know I did...I hope she did as well. Joice plays the Red Palette in the show and can kick her head like nobody I've ever met. Not only that, I have been doing this show for a year and a half....I'm bored...she makes the show fun for me. thank you Joice, on many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone been to Philly? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I neglected to mention that Joice almost got hit by a bus, truck or car at least 1o times probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114180043239071172?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114180043239071172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114180043239071172' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114180043239071172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114180043239071172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/philadelphia-story.html' title='Philadelphia Story...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114169455981652879</id><published>2006-03-06T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:22:39.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Foreman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/akate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/akate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Kate. I adore her. She lives in Seattle with her awesome wife Jo and there 3 dogs Ruby, Kayak and Timber (I think I got all those names right). I love them all! I stayed with them a couple days when my tour passed through Portland  last year and they were just awesome to me! Kate and I have known eachother since we did "Oliver!' together at the Midland Music Society in Midland , MI and I was dating...eh...what's her name ? Erin Brooke's...yeah that girl. All gums and chiclet teeth-god love her. She was the second to last girlfriend I had so it must have been like 1995 or 1996. Anyway, Kate and I could just sit and cook and drink good beer and wine all day and be content. Unfortunatly we never get to but if we were in close proximity I think we would be partners in crime. I miss her. AND LOVE HER MUCH! There was a time a couple years back when my schedule allowed me to talk to her online all day when she was at work and i was just putsing around my apartment. I miss that. She always has such good advice and really helped me through some hard times. She even sent me a $50 check to buy a new winter coat once when I first moved to Chicago because she knew I was broke and she knew it was cold.Talk about a great friend huh? I think she is awesome. So everyone, this is Kate....kate, this is everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check her out at &lt;a href="http://www.kates-slate.blogspot.com"&gt;www.kates-slate.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114169455981652879?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114169455981652879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114169455981652879' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114169455981652879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114169455981652879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/kate-foreman.html' title='Kate Foreman'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114169331371433706</id><published>2006-03-06T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:01:53.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Academy Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/awards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/charlie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/charlie.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so just like last year we had the option to fill out our oscar predictions and throw $5 in a pool with everyone that wanted to participate on tour and the winner gets the money. Well, last year I came in second and I had all my own predictions so I was happy with myself but there was no second place prize. the winner last year took like $70 back to there hotel room with them. So I was against playing this year until they announced there would be a second place prize. And then I thought about my friends Amanda and Charlie who are like oober into the Oscars....so I went to there blog's and just put all there info together and vuala! I had MY Oscar predictions. There were a few I wish I hadn't went with either one of them on but all and all I did great. So great that I took first place!! But the pool this year was only like $&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/amanda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/200/amanda1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30. Dont get me wrong, I'm still totally excited. I woke up this morning with $5 until pay day and then I got to load luggage this morning ($1 a bag) AND it was announced that I had the winning predictions!! So my $5 went to $61 between the hours of 6:00 and 7:00a.m. Good start to the day huh??? Thank you Amanda and Charlie for helping me out so I could afford groceries this week! And keep up the good work!!! I got 17 out of 24 right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114169331371433706?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114169331371433706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114169331371433706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114169331371433706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114169331371433706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/academy-awards.html' title='The Academy Awards'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114152213043701474</id><published>2006-03-04T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:28:50.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/atyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/atyler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have I introduced everyone to my nephew? he is the coolest kid on the face of the planet.His name is Tyler. I dont agree with the face he is making in this picture but he likes the pic so it stays. I had the privelage of staying with my sister the 3 weeks I was in Detroit. I lived with my nephew for about the first 3 or 4 years of his life from the time he was born. Which is awesome because who can say if I will have children right? Basically I love the kid with all my heart is what I'm saying. He is now 8 years old and is still as awesome as ever. I got to go watch him play basketball and spoil him (Bad Uncle). I cant help it, if I buy him a slurpee I feel like it's okay for me to have one too.  i just wanted to post this and say that I HAVE THE BEST NEPHEW IN THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...no question, everyone just gush over my nephew...now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114152213043701474?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114152213043701474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114152213043701474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114152213043701474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114152213043701474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-nephew.html' title='My Nephew'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114152176564763971</id><published>2006-03-04T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:22:45.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling for a living...no...SMILING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/asmile2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/400/asmile2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first drama teacher I ever had came to my show in Detroit last weekend at the FOX. She sent me this picture she took at the show. I just wanna say....This is what I DO for a living, SMILE. Not just smile but freakishly smile. What scares me is that she only sent me this one picture from the show....was this one of the better one's? I would hate to see that slide show of pic's on that digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the scariest picture you have ever had taken of you? (speak up Amanda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114152176564763971?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114152176564763971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114152176564763971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114152176564763971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114152176564763971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/smiling-for-livingnosmiling.html' title='Smiling for a living...no...SMILING!'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180595.post-114152134227089672</id><published>2006-03-04T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:15:42.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Nothin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/1600/afish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2983/1397/320/afish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seriously got nothin'. Have you ever been painfully bored with your life? Well....I am. I miss certain individuals that used to be in it on a more frequent basis and I miss having a home and I miss my cat. I know bitch and whine. I'm fine really, just venting. This fish is making a face that just kind of explains how I feel on a daily basis right now. The 3 weeks before this week were so heavenly. I was surrounded by family and friends who really know who I am. And while I adore some of my co workers there comes a time when you take a deep breath and say "it's time to move on". Technically I should move on from this chapter in my life in 14 weeks....I'm gonna see If I can speed that up a titch. Okay...um....yeah, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone going to or having  a gathering for the Oscar's at all???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180595-114152134227089672?l=dustyjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114152134227089672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180595&amp;postID=114152134227089672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114152134227089672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180595/posts/default/114152134227089672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyjames.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-nothin.html' title='Got Nothin...'/><author><name>Dustin J. Harder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866723140895698439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/55/145868773_cde2b8c385_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
